I can recap what we did.
I can recap what we ate.
I can try to thank the beautiful ladies who planned the whole weekend.
And I can show my appreciation to the companies and sponsors to made it happen.
But I can’t quite explain what this weekend means to me. I can’t quite explain how even some of the not-quite-perfect moments don’t even matter at the end of the day because nothing can make up for the time spent with these ladies. Nothing.
No words can quite explain how we can immediately hit it off and spend the weekend talking, getting to know each other and catching up on each others lives, even if we’re just meeting for the first time or haven’t seen each other in months or a year.
I can’t explain it. I can’t get the words just right. But I’m not going to try to. Like we said while hiking “don’t fight the mud, embrace it.”
And that’s what I’m doing; I’m not fighting the words, I’m embracing them however they come out. Maybe you get it, maybe you don’t, maybe next year you join us and understand what it all really means.