I took a gondola for the gondola’s sake. If there’s a gondola, there must be a rider of the gondola. That was me, and two friends, with time to kill in the mountains. The plan was to gondola on up to the top of Loon Mountain, say hello to the peak, and gondola right back down. The gondoliers running the show didn’t sing or wear striped white-and-blue shirts. They didn’t yell at us in Italian. They told us, quite politely, that the glacial caves at the top of the mountain were worth exploring, and to please not disturb the mountaintop worship service, thank you.
very exciting denise! sending good vibes! also what a throwback, those are the 2 yellowcard songs on my playlist called 'middle school' lol