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the river is calling.

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featured | ambassador & lookbook using tenkara rods

we really like to fish. it's one of those things i did as a kid, but never really picked up again until recently. i wouldn't have guessed i'd become so addicted so fast. once you get one bite, you want to keep fishing to get more bites. and soon enough the back of your neck is burnt to a crisp because you totally lost track of time, and you've hopefully caught a few fish in the meantime. i looked at my watch when i realized i felt hungry, and noticed five hours had gone by without notice. that's what relaxing is all about. 

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sisters.

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sand dollar beach, big sur | packs c/o cotopaxi

when we're together we completely lose track of time. not even our grumbling hungry bellies can stop us. growing up we always stuck together. for hours as little girls, we'd be tucked in our rooms playing barbies and coloring in our favorite color books in silence. sometimes mom didn't even know we were in there, we were so quiet. we played soccer for years, slide tackling girls, dodging jersey pulls and running for miles with pony tails and braids trailing behind us. basketball was a part of our lives during our younger years, and we dribbled our way through summer camps and try-outs, trying not to puke from the nerves. summers were filled with paint covered clothing and t-shirts smelling of gasoline from painting houses, landscaping and running our lawn mowing business. huge milestones like getting our wisdom teeth out, getting braces and graduating high school were all experienced together - three in a row: kylie, lisa, megan. after hanging out with friends on a friday night, we'd come home and tell each other everything about our first time holding hands with a boy or the funny things that happened at the football games and how it was embarrassing to be in the marching band (but at the same time, we loved it). not a single thing happened that the other two sisters didn't know about, and it's always been that way. now, as 26 year olds living apart things happen every day that we miss out on. megan buys a new swimsuit and we haven't seen it yet, or lisa gets a bruise running into something. small and simple things. but there's one thing that will never change: we'll always be best friends, and our lives are interwoven forever whether it's a string of texts, phone calls or social media comments we stay connected until we're together again. and when we are reunited, it's all the sweeter and memories come flooding back. 

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earth day.

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mt. baldy | april 2014
trip pack c/o topo designs | kodak portra 400

it was earth day, and we decided there was no better way to honor the earth than to get out and explore it some more. nothing says tuesday quite like that. we packed our trip pack and headed up to mt. baldy for some fresh spring air. the sky was warm and blue, and we were the only ones on the trail. you wouldn't believe such a quiet and peaceful place was just a few hours from the city.

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kirk creek.

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kirk creek campgrounds, big sur

after setting up camp we prepared our foil dinners, chopping veggies and potatoes and passing food across the table. that night each sister took turns reading aloud in the darkness with the crackling fire. we snuggled in the tent like three peas in a pod, making a c for a spoon, and woke with the sun with our legs all intertwined and faces smashed against each other. with matching socks and tees, we embraced our triplet-dom and giggled in the tent's orange glow of the morning light. the fog rolled in over the coast, and we walked, making sure to dodge the poison oak that is so rampant in california. there was a cotton-tailed bunny we made friends with and a few funny looking gophers who dug a nice series of holes in our campsite. the view was unbeatable, and the company too.
 

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