When most people think of Florida they think of white-sand beaches, palm trees, and the spray of salt water. When you grow up in Florida, however, you come to know the natural beauty that lies far away from the pristine beaches and bustling cities. You discover the rivers, and the springs that feed them. You discover the caves.
There’s something inexplicably exhilarating yet terrifying about the prospect of knowing the future, and there’s an infinite weight of responsibility that comes with being able to influence the past. In a word - I’m nervous.
When you grow up in Florida, any kind of hill is impressive – so you can imagine my sense of awe when I saw mountains for the first time. My parents divorced when I was a toddler and my dad and stepmom moved to North Carolina the summer before my freshman year of high school. The Pinellas County landfill was the closest thing I had seen to a mountain in my life, so when my dad offered to fly me up to visit them in the little mountain town of Waynesville I had no idea what I was in for. What I never expected, however, was to fall in love.
Every gear must turn in line, each cog
“What is down in the well comes up in the bucket. Fill yourself with positive things.” – Tony Dungy.
It’s 3:00 in the morning and you wake up to the unmistakable sounds of scratching, licking, and chewing. Many owners’ first thought is to change their dog’s food, but more often than not that leads to spending more money on boutique diets that don’t address the problem.