Looking Up

This weekend was a kaleidoscope of soft snow, roaring wood stoves, homemade food (cooked by someone else!), big hugs, sweaty mittens, unbeatable views, and the happiest of happy hours.

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It felt as if we had gone through the closet doors and found ourselves somewhere near the lamp post in the Narnian woods.

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The joy of being outside, with people you love, in a place far less touched by the 21st century does something to you- no cell reception meant there was no thinking about responding to emails, checking Instagram, or texting back a friend. I was free, breathing in and out nothing but gratitude.

 

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As two young twenty somethings (one still in grad school), we live on a tight budget, and often say no to expenses that fall outside of our needs. But trips like this are a need– a few times a year, we budget for experiences that break us out of our ruts and help us to look up, above the tree line. The views up here make me want to hold on to this perspective for dear life.

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I hope wherever you are this winter, you have the chance to go somewhere that lets you slow down and reflect…preferably somewhere with a piping hot, enormous slice of homemade gingerbread.

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3 responses to “Looking Up”

  1. colleengberg says:

    Love reading positive sounding blog posts such as yours. I can almost feel the crunchy cold along with coziness of fireplaces and snugly blankets.

  2. danawiggins says:

    wowow!! gorgeous photos and scenery and I love love th eone of Dick pulling the sled. Hope he gets to see it. He was a very happy person this weekend. Thx for posting TnT

  3. danawiggins says:

    Tess – this is remarkable – so beautiful the way you captured the spirit of the weekend and Dick’s beaming face. Mm

    On Sun, Jan 17, 2016 at 5:59 PM, WordPress.com wrote:

    > Tess posted: “This weekend was a kaleidoscope of soft snow, roaring wood > stoves, homemade food (cooked by someone else!), big hugs, sweaty mittens, > unbeatable views, and the happiest of happy hours. It felt as if we had > gone through the closet doors and found oursel” >

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