Being a small business with a small staff, getting down to DC for the Women's March was proving to be a logistical nightmare.
But doing nothing at all in the face of this actual nightmare felt worse.
And so, yesterday, Steven and I marched up Hunter Mountain in solidarity with all the kick-ass people who are marching across the country today.
Steven's plan was to get to the top of the Fire Tower and scream. Which he did. After which he took this epic shot:
It was a pretty burly, icy hike that took us about three and half hours. We spent most of the time talking about the political situation at hand. Which has been a daily topic of conversation ever since the election. We're trying to make a little difference out here in a red county in a blue state. Volunteering at the local school, donating to Planned Parenthood on the regular, donating the Inn as a retreat space for advocacy groups. (By the way-- is that you? Email us! Info@sprucetoninn.com.)
Still, it felt brutal to come home to the inauguration on TV. To hear that information on LGBT rights and climate change had been removed from the official White House website within the hour.
We've got a lot of work to do. And I'm so proud of all my friends and colleagues who are out marching this exact moment, doing the work.
Love trumps hate people. Let's do this.