I went with a special friend who took it upon himself to figure out where we’d go. He picked me up and I got to be a passenger from the moment I got into the car. I didn’t worry myself with where we were going, the route we were taking or which campsite we’d be staying in. I just got in the car and let myself be transported to the most relaxing place I’ve been to in years.
On our way out to the Mt.Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest via Highway 2, we made a special stop along the highway that was recommended by a friend. We climbed over the guard rail and shimmied down a rocky trail to an amazingly beautiful river below. It was an absolutely beautiful way to start our outdoor adventure.
The campsite we originally intended to stay at, Money Creek, was full, which sent us off on an hour-long journey to where we ended up staying. This change in plans ended up being the most amazing gift because the campsite we ended up at was a little slice of heaven!
I’ll let you know right now that I’m not going to reveal the name of the little campground we ended up at. I’m going to hang on to this special gem – our little “secret” spot. If you ever end up there, you will know.
Lying on my back in the tent, with the rain flap tucked away, I took in the beautiful canopy above me. I admired how the sun streamed in and hit places on the trees like a spotlight. I tried to take pictures through the screen of the tent to have something to hold onto and share with you. No shot that I took compares with the way it really was. I tried to read the book I brought along, but the quiet beauty of it all distracted me and I found myself staring into the forest-covered sky instead.
Recent rains have added to the water in a creek nearby, causing the waters to rush with a little more enthusiasm. The natural white noise of the raging waters soothed my mind and filled empty space.
I made sure we ate well on this trip, making every meal from scratch. Of all the delicious food I brought, the homemade marshmallows were the food we loved the most. The powdered sugar that the cubes where dusted in charred over the fire like the sugar on a creme brûlée and the insides melted to a creamy perfection. I learned on this trip that s’mores are delicious for breakfast.
Wish you were here!
“Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.” – Ovid