Remember when it was 3 whole months every summer? Some time in mid-June it just became your day-to-day life. Every morning you woke up, it was vacation. All day long. Day after day after day. All the way until September.
Those were the days.
But then, so are these...it may not be as luxuriously long and carefree, but we've learned to pack a lot more into the short time we do get, don't we?
It always takes a while...and as much as I love being at home, "vacationing" in my own backyard, holed-up and staying out of the office and calling it vacation...the brain never turns all-the-way off. I really have to go away for a few days.
Fortunately here in Washington state, we don't have to go very far to be somewhere completely different...somewhere that feels different, smells different, sounds different...different enough that I can start to turn-off...and just learn to breathe again.
Here's the thing about that though: once the brain turns off, it stops drawing and starts reading, and it forgets to take pictures of the amazing scenery, so really I only have pictures of the first day or two.
Sorry about that.
I really do wish I could share with you the gorgeous stuff I looked at all week.
Like the stuff we passed through before we stopped here.
The stuff that made us say "wow" over and over and over again, grinning like idiots (as my mother would say "getting bugs in our teeth" because we were on a motorcycle). The stuff that wowed and charmed us right into 4 unexpected miles of soft gravel in the middle of 107-degree nowhere, only stopping at the end to look back at it, reapply sunscreen to our noses, and say a little prayer of thanks for having stayed upright the whole 4 miles.
Then, back to only breathing...smiling, breathing...vacationing.