Home Again

Occasionally I stumble upon a place that reminds me of home. Sometimes it's a pond with sun sparkles dancing across the surface. Sometimes, it's a wooded place with trails that make you feel miles from civilization.

Today it was a log lodge in the middle of pine trees.

The minute we walked up to this building, I felt like I belonged there. Like I could sit on one of the rocking chairs and stay as long as the provisions in our backpack could sustain us.

(Which turned out to be about an hour and a half.)

It wasn't until I sat down to write this, that I realized this "reserve" we visited today, reminded me of my summers as a camp counselor. Summers spent exploring new things and pushing the limits of what I thought I was physically and mentally capable of. Summers spent being young and dumb and carefree. Summers developing a love of the outdoors that would only ever be championed by one thing: Them.

We ended our short visit with a picnic lunch, devoting most of our conversation to

planning our first camping trip with the girls.

How sweet it is to be finally able to combine my two loves.