“The best moments in life aren’t the kind most historians record”
...a walk up a mountain, a kiss from a friend, a smile from a stranger, and a laugh from a child. We had a great weekend visiting a solid friend that lives 36 kilometers from us, straight up, in a mountain town named Dashkasan. A harbinger of growth, and weekend of mirth. We are thankful for the friends we have made and an opportunity to share winters and springs.