It was a trip of sunrises and sunsets. We got up early in the mornings to watch the fog rise above the mountains that were mine for a few days. Ashlee joked—in the same way that Sam does—about how dramatic I was being, but I couldn't help but feel six inches off the ground with the heaviest of hearts as an anchor. It was the mountains who were being dramatic.
We rolled the windows down for our final car ride and ended the trip feeling exhausted and ready for our respective homes.
Then, we called each other a couple hours later to catch up.