Good Old Raisins and Peanuts (GORP)
Reflections on the Maine landscape and new beginnings
June, July, August. They run together in my head: traversing mountaintops, skipping towards a yawning sunset, the electric shock to my system stepping into the snowmelt creek. Dry air and heavy head against my pillow. For eleven weeks, I worked at a summer camp in the Sangre de Cristo mountain range in Colorado.
