Going wayyyyy back this week, folks. I'm about 4 years old in this photo.
I feel this photo is a clear testament to my roots. Climbing into a tree stand that is used for deer hunting (for fun) is about as Northern Wisconsin as one can get.
The best part is no matter how far I am from home this part of me will always exist. It may hide from time to time under my high-heeled, painted nails, make-up wearing weekday self, but I'm always game for anything outdoorsy. My Carhart vest isn't going to wear itself.
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