If it’s true that some people are mountain people and some people are beach people, I am very most definitely a mountain person. When I imagine the perfect lazy vacation it is not summer or sand that comes to mind, but crisp fall air and leaves.
This weekend is one of those great mountain getaway weekends. The weather is cool and the leaves are flames of yellow and orange and brightest red. Perfect for all of my favorite things: slow, quiet hikes, lazy morning coffee, and early darkness ripe for cozy fireside conversations.
We woke up slowly (Yogi included) and stayed in pj’s until the last possible moment. The boy spent the afternoon with Grandpa and Muzzie while we drove into one of my very favorite cities. I am firmly convinced that a hippie mountain town is good for the soul. At least my soul. We ate a yummy lunch involving tempheh, hot tea and sweet potato fries and did lots and lots of wandering. We might not do as much of it as we once did, but a long walk with my wife is still the absolute best.
So, how about you? Are you a mountain person or a beach person? Any idea about why?