There was that trip they took in college during the break, three weeks on the river. It was warm and they wore little or no clothes. They ate by campfire, slept under the stars, and played guitar for their music. They hiked on side trips and rafted big rapids. And mostly, they just hung out.
It seemed like a long time, every day seemed like a year of living. Now, it is long passed. Three mere weeks a blink of an eye. But a few photos, and the memories, remain.
