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Earlier this December, Alicia and I spent a week in Sedona, Arizona. It’s quite possibly one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen.

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My friend Davey, his dad and I crossed this ridge in the White Mountains during our four-day hike there last week

As we carefully navigated down a narrow, craggy path — our bodies sopping wet and exhausted — my friend Davey’s dad asked the two of us what word best described our mountain hiking trip.

“Challenging,” I said.

“Extraordinary,” Davey offered.

But perhaps his dad captured it more eloquently than either of us:

“Rocks.”

Yes, our trip to New Hampshire last week included climbing thousands of feet of elevation and seeing more breathtaking views than I could count, but also lots and lots of rocks.

The three of us set out on the 14-hour drive to Gorham, N.H. for our four-day hike in part of the White Mountains called the Presidential Range last Saturday. It’s the first time I had ever hiked a mountain range, and the setting was not what I expected.

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A few weeks ago, my good friend Brian announced he was engaged. Shortly after, he and his new fiancé Debora asked if I could take their engagement photos, to which I happily obliged. Not only was I glad to help out a friend with the 100% close friends or relatives discount, but I was also seeking a bit of redemption.

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In the final hours of my summer break, local crooks found the perfect way to symbolically mark its end. They stole my bike.

When I woke up yesterday to get to the IC to work on our back-to-school issue, I went out to my deck to eat a quick breakfast, and after a few minutes, the realization crept over me ”“ something was missing. It’s strange how you don’t immediately recognize when something isn’t there when it’s supposed to be, but I finally noticed my bike was no longer locked to the side of the deck.

I’ll now have to replace the almost-$300 investment. But, even though these petty thieves could steal my ride, they can’t rob me of the wealth of memories I’ve built sitting on that bicycle seat this summer.

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