The other evening I drove a few towns over with my roommates. Together we trooped through the woods to this collection of boulders sometimes called "the potato stacks" by locals. Clearly, it's a popular spot to visit with all the graffiti on them--how funny to find what is often an urban form of expression in the middle of the woods (even some trees hadn't escaped the spray paint tagging). It's hard to see in these pictures but the rocks just go on and on--piled on top of one another deeper into the woods. This is the sort thing you'll only ever discover if you know someone from the area, as it won't be listed on popular maps and isn't visible from any roads. It's really wonderful to live with people who can show me semi-secret haunts.
Outfit details:
Rebecca Minkoff backpack
*pictures by Kate
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