I always laughed at people who desperately want out of the city. Now I laugh at myself as my longing for nature is growing and growing. It’s about solitude. The moments belong to you.

It’s the end of the summer ; one last roadtrip story by Atisha Paulson who went on a journey with his friends and an old buddy Brian Peterson who was getting married in Yosemite.

“We used to be really close friends when he lived in NYC. If fact, I videotaped the day he packed up his shit and drove across the country – he lives in Venice, LA now. I flew to San Fran to catch up with a couple old friends I hadn’t seen for a while. Meet their kids, see how they’d aged over the past decade. That’s when I shot Lizzie. A few days later another old, good friend of mine who used to live in NYC aswell, but now lives in LA, drove up to SF. We hung out for a few days, touring the city, eating burritos in the mission and oysters at cafe Zuni. On friday, my wife, Maud, flew in from NYC. We picked her up at SFO and then made the 4 hour drive to Yosemite. The weather was so perfect. The windows were down. Pop music played on the radio. We forgot about the city, the stress of jobs and bills and always having to be on time. There was plenty of gas in the tank and for once, time was on our side. Was such a fun trip with so many great friends.”

Can I say I am really jealous now and I want out of the city?