the friday playlist: the saturday mountain edition

Thought I’d post a few pictures from today and a slightly tardy Friday playlist.
Sticking with the mountain theme since I’ve been in them a week, and heading north to even more for the next week.

1. Can I Love a Man the Way I love a Mountain – Molly Venter
2. Sugar Mountain – Neil Young
3. Walk Down This Mountain – Bebo Norman
4. Beer for my Horses – Willie Nelson
5. Blackbird – Ellis
6. Country Road – James Taylor
7. I was Made for Sunny Days – The Weepies
8. The Wood – Indigo Girls
9. Blue Ridge Mountains – Fleet Foxes
10. One Voice – Wailin Jennys
11. The Brown Trout Blues – Johnny Flinn
12. Mountain Music – Alabama

Comments

AmommymousBlogger said…

We just finished up a family reunion last week. I'm catching up on my google reader and have enjoyed hearing about your family vacation. It reminds me a lot of our life over the last few weeks. More noise and food and general insanity than fits comfortably into one life for too long... I had cousins in my house for two weeks. The house is a bit lonely now that they've left, but it's also nice to have reclaimed our lives a bit. By the way, I really, really like your blog and I'm always surprised that there aren't a lot more comments!

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