This time of year, I always get bitten by the travel bug. Yesterday felt very springlike, and with the first signs of spring I unfailingly seek a change in scenery. I realize just how much I'm over winter and begin to long for something new. I don't think I'm ready for the beach quite yet... I'll have all summer for that. No, now I'm aching for something fresh and utterly unfamiliar. Cozied up in a cabin sheltered by mountains, or listening to the babble of a fast melting river.
I've never been to the mountains before. I think they look quite nice.