mt-snowdon-wales

 

A slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past. Time is made visible, and it moves as the landscape moves.”

― Paul Theroux

 

I felt this sentiment driving away from Wales in the back seat. A climb to the top of Mt. Snowdon, a wedding of a good friend, and then a jump around a cave with a trampoline inside. This map holds all of the memories of that week, and to make it even a little better was made by hand by a dear friend.

 

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