A couple weekends ago, during the long Memorial Day holiday weekend, Dear Wife, Little B.T., Shasta Dog and I all packed in the family car and took a trip. We went to place we’ve been often, a wondeful hideaway in the nearby Nantahala National Forest in the southeastern edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It’s a frequent retreat of ours, and one we love deeply.
I didn’t do any writing while we were away. Circumstances worked out that I wasn’t able to – although I did do plenty of reading. Mostly this little family trip was about relaxing and enjoying our time together. And for me, there is very little more relaxing, little more enjoyable, and little more soul-enriching than time in the mountain forests. Up there, on top of the world, everything feels clean and fresh. The sky is bluer. The sun more friendly. The trees breathe with a vibrant life, and you feel connected to everything. The views and vistas are inspirational – the blue mountains rising all around you, the wildflowers in the forest clearings, the cultivated flowers in the gardens, the trees swaying gently in the breeze.
I always just feel more alive when I’m up in the mountains. I’m lucky that my Dear Wife feels much the same way. Continue reading