Guilford

Before this trip I sat down and looked at the calendar. I had over two months of biking, and in that time I could go to any part of the continental U.S. (except Alaska). I asked myself where I knew I absolutely had to go, and what rose above all other places and people was Serendipity weekend at Guilford College. That either shows a deep love for the herds of Quakers that run free through the wooded trails of Guilford or a profound under appreciation of the beauties of our country.
I started the weekend by attending the Quaker Leadership Scholarship Program meeting. The meeting was made up largely of old, dear, and admired friends whom I had not seen in months or years. We worshiped under tall, established trees on a warm spring evening, and in a simple Quaker grave yard. The tone for a beautiful weekend was set right there.
The weekend involved lots of laughing with old friends, going crazy at concerts, and running around to all the activities on campus. The weekend was all packed with excitement and craziness as planned until a very informative moment. Saturday night, right as the concert was starting I felt tired. I was tired so I went to bed, and was asleep a little after 11. Two years ago when I visited Serendipity I could never have done that. I would have been too worried about people saying "You went to bed at 11 on Serendipity?", or too fearful of missing out. Now, after spending so much time with myself I knew I wanted to go to sleep, I had already taken a large dose of crazy fun that weekend, so I went to sleep.
Before I left I spent a day working on the Guilford farm. The guy who runs it spent two years interning at a farm, and then convinced Guilford to give him room, board, and a salary to create/run a farm for them. The atmosphere on working with him was so much fun, very chill, and hard working. If you ask me, they have life pretty ideal over there.