Strange and Unprepared

Last month I had a mountain day trip with one of my best friends to an area we've visited together many times over the years. We met when we were still kids. Despite living far apart for multiple periods of time, life has always brought us back to one another, and we understand each other despite our differences. Maybe in a way that only someone who has known you since childhood can.

We both have a strong affinity for the mountain air and I remember each of our day trips so vividly. We've unexpectedly run into both snow (which was magical) and ice (which was borderline terrifying). We have shared hours and hours of music and conversation on those roads. One year while we were in the Asheville area, I decided I had an idea and I wanted to get a tattoo that day and without skipping much of a beat she basically said, "okay, I know a guy up here" and she made it happen. It was my first tattoo and it's actually still the only tattoo I have. I still love it as much as I did the day I got it.