A Portfolio ... Continued Some More |
 My summer in North Carolina as a counselor at a wilderness camp taught me that there is nothing like mountain air to clear the mind and fill the spirit. I would read the 13-year-old girls chapters of my favorite books every night before they went to sleep, and then I’d sneak away to Sliding Rock or to lie on my back counting the stars with my friends. I took with me from that place people who will be forever friends and lessons I couldn't have learned anywhere else. My summer in Colorado, “working” in the bookstore on The Hill and riding on the back of my friend's motorcycle singing “Sugar Magnolia” taught me that a lowcountry girl can give her heart to more than one mountain range. I lived in a house with 9 other people with the Rocky Mountains just up the street, and I walked through them every day in the summer sunshine. I include these pictures because ‘in my mind, I’m going to Carolina,’ or I'm thinking of ‘friends around the campfire, and everybody’s high, Rocky Mountain High.’ (Thank you, James and John.)
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