Every year at this time I head to a family cabin in the Trinity Alps. I will be away for a week in the Oddfellows camp. I wrote about this place in Chasing the Dance of Life, the one physical place that I have been able to find solace since my youth.
It is ramshackly and an a totally upcycled improvisation of a dwelling along a creek. There is no internet.e
Hope your week finds you near a tree or a stream whether inside or outside.