Camping in Idyllwild and The Significance of Feeling Insignificant
<p>We left at 8am on the dot. Kirsten, my West Coast Bestie, made a concerted effort to be on time, knowing my love language is arriving early. And I, knowing Kirsten to be perpetually fashionably late, took my time and was rushed when she arrived. We had a laugh about that, hopped in my Subaru, and hit the road.</p>
<p><em>GPS address entered: 2 hours to our Idyllwild hiking trail.</em></p>
<p>The conversation during the car ride was filled with substance — the kind you get only from someone who deeply understands you but is still open to all that is undiscovered about your soul.</p>
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