Thursday, September 12, 2013

Where my heart is home

While I was home, I had the sweet freedom to drive up highway one through Big Sur all by myself. I listened to Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, and old mix tapes that I made when I was sixteen. It was bliss and I can't remember the last time I felt that free.

 This babe was biking from Monterey to SLO, thats a lot of miles of beauty and sketchy roads. She is such a strong woman. 

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