rollin' three deep in the front seat of my truck that just hit the two hundred thousand mile mark, "this stretch of road is one of my favorites." my friend says; i can see why. small towns, old barns and cattle all sparsely placed, a small corner store with a sign on the side that says "keep calm and love". i'm tempted to stop and snap a photo, but i decide to just let the phrase play in my head. windows all the way down, it smells like new hampshire, a smell i haven't encountered in quite sometime. a wave of nostalgia from my teenage years cruisin' all over my small home state but this is better because i have more to talk about than taco bell and skating.

a weekend with just the boys, honestly something that hasn't been in my life since i was in high school, but at this point it's a very welcome addition.

we're checking out the park, we're hiking a bit, we're failing miserably at fishing, we're drinking beers and cooking dinner and we're singing simple man by skynyrd way to loud with our camp neighbors.

but more importantly we're sharing thoughts on life. i'm doing my best to act like i know what i'm talking about but i don't think any of us, or anyone, really does. we are all just trying our hardest to learn from ourselves and learn from those around us who are willing to speak, to find something or someone to make our future better, happier, and more meaningful. i'm finding that more and more everyday and this trip was no exception.