Some memories of the weekend.
Madison, Lily and I went up to Paonia, the little hippie town I used to live in, for a few nights.
We stayed at my grandparents' farm, drank cider at a bluegrass concert in an orchard, and embraced our grimy, Chaco-clad toes.
All I've wanted to do lately is wear my comfy elephant hippie pants and Chaco sandals and groove...
