The time we hiked for miles along the train tracks in search of something beautiful. You were so tired, and we had been walking for hours — our packs weighing down every step. There was a rope. A stupid, pointless rope leading down a steep cliff — we were crazy to try and use it. We thought, “why not?” And gunned it. You ran down. I slid on my ass. And there it was. The water was peaceful and cold. We took off our clothes and inched our way in. If only the sun were out, maybe we might have stayed. I would say this is one of the best moments of my life —discovering swimming holes with you in the middle of the redwood forests — of nowhere. 

The time we hiked for miles along the train tracks in search of something beautiful. You were so tired, and we had been walking for hours — our packs weighing down every step. There was a rope. A stupid, pointless rope leading down a steep cliff — we were crazy to try and use it. We thought, “why not?” And gunned it. You ran down. I slid on my ass. And there it was. The water was peaceful and cold. We took off our clothes and inched our way in. If only the sun were out, maybe we might have stayed. I would say this is one of the best moments of my life —discovering swimming holes with you in the middle of the redwood forests — of nowhere. 

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