Okay, okay.

So it’s not really a draw bridge, but, that was my first thought when I saw this thing. In dim head lamp lighting, as I was crossing it, to get to the sweat lodge.

It’s more like a swinging bridge, and I was thankful that it wasn’t too steep a drop and also that more people weren’t on it, because that sucker can shake.

Look, Ma{man}! One leg. I’m sure she’s nervous just looking at this picture.

The holistic, Tennessean weekend has kicked off with a huge bang.

Amazing, amaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzing food. All organic, straight up out of this here ground. Yoga in a yurt. All I gotta say, I need one.

I’m fully rested up, post nap here, and am now about to head out on a long hike.

Take me now, nature. I’m all yours.