
over memorial day my friend leslie boarded a plane and came to alaska for a long weekend to see us and to celebrate her (insert any number below 39 here) birthday.
leslie and i have known one other since i was a baby "adult" in my early twenties and where she found herself moving in next door to me in a cabin situated on 4000 privately held acres in one of the most beautiful spots in colorado. she moved into the tiny abode which attached to mine and began unloading a little red truck. (? hmmmm. did you have the truck then??) i helped her move in boxes. as the months went by and i started her fires in the crappy old, oil barrel woodstove and we smoked up the house with all sorts of smells, and we ate ( i cooked) and we hiked, and pretended we were artists, and we became the greatest of friends.

and for this i am grateful.
the birthday celebration consisted of simply visiting, hanging out, drinking tequila, (how much tequila have we consumed these many years?) and seeing a small slice of this wonderful state.



it was a nearly perfect weekend aside from the sea sickness and the fact that it was just too short.
so, heres to a friendship that has survived the ups and downs, coming out the other side right side up.
all photos shown taken by leslie b., altered by me and photoshop.
1 comment:
You, my dear, are a gem that I will cherish until I'm old and gray (oh, I mean older and grayer). Thanks for the beautiful post, it brought tears to my eyes. I will always be eternally grateful for you, your persistent and never letting me get away with my bullshit. Much love. LB & LB always.
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