Mark Of Gideon

Something about the song "Blue Ridge Mountains" by Seattle's Fleet Foxes (Sub Pop) sweeps me away whenever I'm feeling particularly sad. It reminds me of those solitary Saturday mornings in college, hiking through the Blue Ridge Mountain foothills, feeding Pop Tarts to the fish in the streams, and sleeping out on the giant river rocks in the sunshine, feeling a million miles away from everything, and loving that feeling more than anything.

No internet. No cell phones. No money, and no need for it. Just me and my Pop Tarts. How I wish this song had come out while I was still in school.