Mountain Music

I spent this weekend up right outside of Asheville at a camp called Windy gap. The camp needed me to come up and run the zip line for men’s weekend, so I spent my Saturday watching old men zoom down a wire into freezing cold water. It was rather hysterical. I went to help out, but the real reason I went was to slow down a little bit. My life sometimes feels like everything is going one hundred miles an hour. I left Clemson at 11 on Friday night and got there around 1 o’clock and as soon I drove into camp I felt like a burden was lifted.

I didn’t think about school the entire weekend until of course about an hour ago and it was so refreshing.