escape

We’ll be escaping soon.

It’s something we didn’t do a lot of between March 2020 and February 2021 and it’s something I missed dearly when it just didn’t make sense to book a weekend away on Airbnb.

It’s something I vowed to never take for granted again when I signed that employment contract at the beginning of the year.

We’ll hole up in the little red and white cabin we’ve come to love so much. We’ll fall asleep deep amongst the tall trees that call out to Mt. Hood to keep watch over those who are lucky enough to find their home there. We’ll wake up to the light mist hanging low along the Sandy River waiting to fade off with the secrets collected in the night. We’ll reset to the sound of eagles flirting with the true freedom that comes with the vast wilderness that makes up this part of the country.

And soon we’ll do the same in another cabin just down the river.

And I hope to be able to say the same about so many days before we’re faced with another situation that keeps us close to home.

You only get one life. Go find your favorite little cabin.