It was a Saturday in early June, it started out like any other. Wake up a little late, start off with some cereal and cartoons to please the mind of a young boy. The hubs and I looked at each other and knew that we needed to do more than veg out on the couch like Idaho spuds. We decided to take a trip up to a place not far from town, but far enough that the people are few. The occasional teenager with a newly issued drivers license and the will to explore or a fisherman ready to catch the big one for years of story telling to come.
This place started out as a river water gauge station back in the late 1930's. It's still used for the same purpose today, although I am unsure of the amount of use the cable cart gets by official water gauge recorders. It is for sure used by the younger crowd, the destructive behavior of drunk mischief strewn along the hillside made up of bits of the cart and beer bottles.
Regardless of the carelessness of a few, this place is special. A beautiful place to get back to it all and just take in all of nature's healing powers.
It was a wonderful day, I got to play around with my lens and the boys got to catch and release a little rainbow trout. The simplest of trips seem to be the ones that really stick in the memory box and give you all the feels when you think about them, they are the ones where you can smell the trees on the breeze and feel the warmth of the sun coming over the ridge all while just thinking back to how good that day felt to the soul.
Let's make sure we take more small adventures this year! They don't cost anything and they really are so valuable to our go, go , go overworked minds. Who's with me?!