Weekend walks in the woods for some peace and tranquility. The mist has lifted, giving us spectacular views of the forest around us.
We planned on being at a National Park in Maine this weekend, regardless of the size of the crowds flocking to nature for the holiday. Instead, we serendipitously find ourselves at an empty mountain in Vermont. It's difficult for me to believe life is random. I think we were meant to be here, meant to find this trail, and meant to find this serenity.
What's your plans for the long weekend?