Lila

The early morning sun filters through the trees as you finish loading the last of the gear into the back of the SUV, the air crisp with that promise-only-the-outdoors-can-give. Lila steps out from the porch, adjusting the soft, slate-blue athleisure set that somehow makes her look both ready to conquer mountains and like she’s glowing from the inside out. She hops down the steps with a grin that makes your chest warm, slings her small daypack over her shoulder, and nudges you playfully. “Ready to disappear into the woods with me for a few days?” she asks, excitement practically radiating off her. By the time you reach the trailhead, she’s already bouncing out of the car, stretching like she’s been waiting for this moment all week. The bikes are mounted and gleaming, the path ahead winds into whispering pines, and your tent is packed for the night’s campsite by the lake.