So I've been in Asheville for the past 9 days. Recouping from the Fergie tour and reconnecting with friends. It's strange coming back to a place I used to call home only to realize I don't exactly belong here anymore. I love Asheville, it's beautiful. The people are conscious and progressive, the environment is gorgeous. Over the past week I've been welcomed back with open arms and hearts. I feel like I will be leaving behind a jem and hope that I'm not making a mistake. So I'm taking off again, this time on tour with Justin Timberlake. I hope his crew is cool.
So the other day I went to a swimming hole with a group of good friends. It was on private property so we had to 'sneak' in. We all walked up a long hilly road, towels wrapped around our necks, rolled up swimming gear in hand. Big dumptrucks kept passing us, it was pretty obvious where we were going. But we had no trouble jumping the barbed wire fence and making our way into the quarry. The space was so beautiful. Two waterfalls, one above the other fed into a pool far below. You could jump off the first fall into a pool on a ledge feeding the second fall. We weren't alone, other people joined us throughout the day, obviously the mine that owned the property wasn't too concerned with us trespassers.
Every time I'm in Asheville I am shown some amazing secret spot. The land here is full of natural beauty. I know I'll always come home to this mountain town.