unplugged

We felt so energized, when we de-energized this past Thursday, that we decided to do more of the same on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. But instead of just "hitting" the power breaker to our house, we "hit" the road and drove for an hour.

And then another couple hours more.

Until we were smack dab in the middle of nowhere.

Whenever I feel like I'm losing my way in life, I know I can always find it again when I lose myself in nature.

So when we stopped driving, there were no other people, no other cars, not a single trace of civilization.

And that is where we chose to sleep beneath the stars (and Big Dipper).

But only after we ate our body weight in roasted marshmallows.

And it was good.

At least until someone, who had been warned numerous times to exercise extreme caution around the fire, flicked a flaming marshmallow off their stick and it flew through the air before landing on my daughter. Thankfully (and most importantly), she was fine. However, her brand new North Face jacket was not.

Seeing as her jacket is fleece (aka: polyethylene, aka: thermoplastic), the burning marshmallow scorched a hole right through it and melted the surrounding area. If not for a beautiful starlit night and a gigantic mug of red wine, Mommy might have gone totally crazy.

So thank goodness for the healing power of nature.

And the incredible numbing power of Pinot Noir.