Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains
The summer before my senior year, I found myself in Big Bear with my cross-country team. We ran, swam, hung out and did every other normal thing you'd expect to do at a summer running camp. But one thing threw us all off: it was pouring rain, thundering and lightning the entire time we were there...in August.
One afternoon, as everyone was growing restless and fidgety from not having ran in a few hours, I wandered outside to watch the rain. I went to the front porch of the "varsity girls" cabin and just sat there for a long time, listening. I was pretty content to just hear the rain for a while, but then I decided I could go for some music. So I hopped up and went inside to grab my iPod and iHome, then made my way back to my spot. I didn't come back alone though because my friend, Avery, followed me out to join in on the rain-appreciation.
Once my iPod was all set and ready to go, I scrolled down to Fleet Foxes and pressed play. This was about halfway into our trip, so we'd already listened to a lot of music with the rest of the team. Just a few feet away from us inside the cabin was a pool table that we'd all grown pretty fond of over the last few days. But every time we'd played pool, the music choice had been the metal songs we all knew and could scream the words to -- yeah, my team was pretty gnarly.
Anyway, when Fleet Foxes came through the speakers Avery was shocked. She had no idea I listened to mellow stuff like this. I'm not even gonna try and pretend I didn't love every second of her realizing I had such a huge range in my taste of music, because I really did enjoy it.
After her surprise blew over though, we just sat on the steps and looked out across the street, up at the light grey sky and tried to pick out individual drops in between waiting for streaks of lightning to fly past our eyes.
I don't know how long we sat out there, but I feel like it had to have been at least an hour or so. It's hard to tell how much time's gone by while listening to Fleet Foxes because of how well every song flows right into the next. I seriously just lose track of time; it's like the concept just dies, ceases to exist as soon as I press play. It's so lovely.
How ever long we were out there for doesn't matter though; what does matter is that after 15 months I can still see it all in my head. I absolutely love that.
So I just wanted to share a memory relating to Fleet Foxes that I have. I chose to use Blue Ridge Mountains for this post not because it was the only song we listened to or even that it stood out in that moment, but because of the title. Big Bear is such a beautiful place and it's covered in blue ridge mountains, if you look at the right time. And I ran those blue ridge mountains with my best friends and had the time of my life while doing it.
I just feel really nostalgic right now, but anyway, to anyone who actually read all of this: have a great day!
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