I love spending time outside. Truly, anywhere outside is usually better than inside, but to really be loving life, I like to go to the mountains.
The quiet, the seclusion, the smell, the sunshine, the intangible energy and quality of being in the mountains is wonderful.
I wish it wasn't so hard to take the time and effort to get there, but at least we did get there recently.
We went on a family camping trip to an area we know well, but to a whole new spot. We were the only ones around, and it was beautiful, and it was great.
We were nestled deep down in a lush ravine of sorts, so there were only a few hours at mid-day where the sun was shining down on us.
We did the usual--cooked over a campfire and explored around.
Yes, there are few things messier than taking kids camping, but it is worth every mess.