Chicken Fried
January 21, 2012
Whenever I hear the Zac Brown hit, I’m instantly transported to three years ago.
It’s probably a favorite snapshot of my life in Colorado: driving in the camo Jeep with my buddies, singing like fools at the tops of our lungs, windows rolled all the way down, sun glinting on the reservoir, purple mountains in the rearview mirror and golden Cottonwoods flanking a twisting road in front of us. No cares. Just smiles. Companionship. Worn boots. Good times that aren’t yet memories.
Yeesh I’m feeling sappy and nostalgic.
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This is Kinetic. He's my 16 yo TB and a constant teacher of humility. He trots like a dream and canters like a cow. He doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to try to rope of him this summer.
This is Cowboy the hamster. I bought him in Missouri on a road trip. He's a cheap friend and kept me company through twelve states. He's currently the extent of my fiber stock.
This is Uno Mas. Uno is the lone survivor of a bear attack. If she were a human she'd be a pissed off ninja that never slept and instead plotted revenge all night. I respect her more than I do some people.
