So the trips are all over.
Everyone is home again (I guess).
There's nothing that I could say to summarize the trip. Not in any way that would do it justice. All I can say is that this trip is not what it used to be.
It used to be just 20 or so separate people who gathered together to go anywhere unfamiliar for a few days. We all had ideas about where to go and what to do, and nothing was ever concrete, but it was somewhat planned out, which sometimes ended in massive frustration for many involved when plans didn't go accordingly, or when trying to keep 30+ people together.
This year however didn't have the same focus as previous years. Nothing was scheduled, no one knew who was coming, sleeping arrangments were rarely finalized until necessary, and it consisted more of little groups than one big group. But when the big group all gets together, I'd watch the fuck out.
People come into this trip all the time and no one ever leaves it. The borders of Savage South are no longer defined by cities and states; they're no longer definable PERIOD. There's a bond, a kinship between all of us that isn't the easiest thing to explain, but the simplest thing to understand if you've ever been on any of these trips.
What I'm trying to say is that Savage South isn't just a company anymore to some of us. It's an entity all in itself and it moves on it's own. And I'm more than privileged every year when I can move myself along with it.
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See you guys in the summer.
It was real.
-Beck