Hair-cutting

So yeah, I decided it was time to cut my hair--not a lot, but more than a trim. I've got a friend who's a professional, and I definitely don't want anyone other than a friend touching my hair. Here's the tale. The cast consists of myself, CJ the hairdresser, and G the driver and photographer. Also, a frog.

CJ recently busted up her ankle, so my initial plan of hiking to the middle of nowhere to do this was out of the question, but there are miles of roads that wind to scenic, isolated spots in the mountains. We found a nice, isolated road in the foothills south of Monroe, and a pullout beside a bridge over a steep waterfall and gorge lined with maples.



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