"Was It Love Or Fear Of The Cold That Led Us Through The Night?"

I've been back in Boone for only about a week now and I'm already forgetting what it's like to walk without slushy snow beneath my feet and a biting wind ripping at the exposed flesh of my face. Don't get me wrong. Snow is great for a day at at time, maybe even days at a time, but months? Well...I'm still deciding. In any case, it's hard to remember that not too long ago, Boone looked like this...

Ziuatanejo.

"You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory..."