These past few weeks threw us off our tracks a little. Sent us down some some unexpected roads and left us wondering how we got there. Questioning our place in it all. Yearning for a quiet moment away. It's so easy to lose yourself in the relentless hustle and digital hum of our current society. To lose touch with the quiet little moments that breathe joy into our daily lives. That give us peace. That resonate at a deeper level.
So we ran away to the mountains.
To recharge and reconnect and reprioritize. It's amazing what a wood burning stove and a clear starry sky can do for morale. We sang and laughed and played cribbage. We read entries in the lookout record and watched the sunset fade slowly into the Milky Way. We tromped happily among the rocks and told ghost stories and drank endless french presses of good strong coffee. In short, we totally blissed out.
Places like these are special. Important. This particular lookout has been standing since the 1930's and is available to the public year round. Each traveler chops wood for the next guest and leaves the place a little nicer than they found it. It is a beautiful exercise in community preservation. Nearly everyone who stays does their part to make sure it continues.
As we drove happily down the frosty mountain, hearts full and minds quiet, we vowed to find more time and space for places like this. To seek them out when we feel lost, like little lighthouses in the dark. To remember we are mountain kids, born and bred, and that every now and then we just need to go home.