Everything is copacetic.

Note to self: running around (jumping and dancing) on a frozen lake rarely ends well. 

camping with your besties be like:

These photos are like magic-feel-good-happy vibes that go straight to my heart and every time I look at them, I can't help but grin ear to ear. In case it's not obvious, here is some explanation: only true friends can have so much fun being outrageously silly together that they become completely oblivious to the outside world (including fellow hikers). 

CHEERS TO SISTERHOOD IN THE WILD. 

salty dawgs

driving out to the salt flats to ride bikes and take photos and catch the sunset is always a good idea. having friends who like taking photos and are always in the pursuit of rad moments is an even better idea.

whattalife.

I am so very lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with, listen to and know Hassan and other kids just like him.

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flannels and desert air.

Packed up Winnie and headed south to Capital Reef a bit ago to canyoneer Cassidy Arch and sleep  outside. It was so, so, so, so, so good. 

Welcome to America

It's a good life when you get to spend all day with salt-of-the-earth- hearts-as-big-as-the-great-salt-lake people. K. is one of those kids. I took a bunch of photos last week of him and printed them out for him and his mom to keep. I hoped that they would like them, maybe flip through them and smile, but when I brought them over to his house today, it was a whole different story. K. and his mom looked at each individual photo, laid it out on the floor until his carpet was covered in photos. K. looked at me and said, "Kylie, you know what this says? Welcome to America."

because sunsets are magical

what did the poppa buffalo say to his son when he was leaving for college?

BISON!!! :) 

Antelope Island (minus the antelope)

 Got a little antsy this weekend and took winnie and my friend stephen to antelope island and found huuuuuuge blue skies and rocks and bison.

Sierra Leone is one lucky country.

I was so jealous of my pops going to Africa that I made this photo to pretend the whole family (even the pups) went too. 

ZE CHEETAH PANTS RETURN

Please take in the absolute most classiest photo of myself evah. Interesting side note: that shirt I'm wearing? It's got a butt crack on it. Cherry on top baby. These cheetah pants go straight from mah legs right to mah head. 

GAWWWGUHH (georgia)

I have the best pops in the world (who lets me tag along on work trips to dream cities and buys me all the bbq I can eat and visits all the MLK sites with me and even recreates 20 year old photos with me). What more can a girl ask for?

GET READY FOR CHEESE!

GOOEY GOOEY CHEESE.
I remember being 17 and obsessed with blues music and bayous and southern accents and giant trees and bbq and back porches and all forms of southern romance. I daydreamed about taking a greyhound bus to Georgia. I had it all planned out. 26 hours wasn't that long to spend on a bus right? My dad outrightly refused. No. Nope. Never. A 17 year old girl taking a bus by herself across the county? He couldn't think of anything worse. I may have gone across the world a couple of years later, but I waited until I was 25 and could go with my pops before returning to the state of tall trees, red dirt and peaches.

(EXACTLY twenty years later at my second house and my first school.)