Woodstock

No, although it would be amazing if I made a time machine and used it to experience the three days of peace and music I’m sure you’re thinking of, I did not go to Woodstock (the concert) last week, but to Woodstock, Vermont. One of my oldest friends has a house up there and is living there with his sister for the rest of the summer. Just as I was leaving for New Hampshire that Wednesday morning, my friend called me and asked if I wanted to go visit Dylan in VT for the night, and seeing as I was already heading in that direction, I couldn’t pass up that offer! Their house is unreal, on the top of a hill surrounded by farms. Looking further out on the horizon, all you see is beautiful Vermont mountains. I love Vermont!

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hello Alli!

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