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Ryan Lay / Wallride (2 angles) / Angels Landing, Utah / 2014

        Ryan and I were on a Coala Tree trip to Utah and we ended the trip by hiking the infamous Angels Landing hike at Zion National Park. I only say infamous because I am not much of a hiker and before going, all I heard about was how many people have died falling from cliffs on this hike. Six people in the last Ten years to be exact, which averages to about 0.6 people a year, but I prefer the annual death rate of most my hikes to be under the 0.2 mark. Naturally after making it to the top we thought it would be a good idea to grab his board and get a photo at a particular skate-able slab of rock. We got caught by a park ranger who claimed we would be arrested when we got to the base of the mountain, but it turns out he was bluffing, or maybe his buddies were too busy busting cartoon bears stealing pic-a-nic baskets.

calum comes home from tour. his flight was delayed so he called you and informed you that he won’t be @ home until like 11 p.m. so he told you to go to sleep bc he wants you to be fresh and happy when you’ll wake up. but when he enters the house he finds you laying on the couch wearing nothing but his sweatshirt. the make up is smuggled and tv is on, playing some weird ass movie. he tries to be as quiet as he an but he fails incredibly. “c-calum?” you rub your eyes as you try to understand whats going on. “shit babe no go back to sleep” he replies but its too late. “babe you’re home!!” you jump in his arms like a coala climbs on a tree. “babyy” he laughs, pulling you closer to his body. he holds you by your hips, as you cry into his shoulder. “i missed you so much and i cooked us dinner but you were late so i ate it by myself, i hope you don’t mind” you say as he lays you on the bed, plopping beside you. “no baby I don’t mind. go back to sleep and we will talk tomorrow.” he cuddles you into his chest. “i love you” he mumbles under his breath, finally feeling your body pressed against his after so many months of sleeping in an empty bunk.