Twenty years ago (give or take a few weeks ...) it was time for the annual trip to the hunting camp somewhere in upper central PA (I can't disclose the exact location because it's a family secret). Back in the mid-nineties, a bunch of my dad's kids would getaway for a long weekend to the place where *this* was the view from the porch of the "cabin".
Well, of course, the clearing was actually a lot clearer than the blurriness of this photo (remember, in 1995, these weren't digital or on a cell phone where you could see right away if the picture was any good) ... but hopefully it starts to convey the beauty of the spot in the summertime.
To be clear, I wasn't there for any hunting (not that there's anything wrong with that, but in the upcoming apocalypse [for *whatever* reason ... zombie ... WWIII ... the rapture ... meteors ... etc ... etc {I'm more and more convinced that WE ARE ... the apocalypse-adjacent generation}], I'm going to have to hook up with those able to make the kill or else become a vegetarian-by-default in those end times) ... but I *was* there to hang out with family and to commune with nature.
Because ... when it comes down to it ... we all need a little peace and quiet in the midst of nowhere sometimes ...
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