Every summer for years, my son and I would spend nearly every weekend in the mountains together. Aside from heading west, our days were always unplanned. We explored just about every trail we could find and took each road we saw, just to see where it would lead.
With him riding as my backpack, we hiked through miles of beautiful mountain terrain. Some days we would picnic along the edge of a stunning lake. Other days, I would watch as my son would grab sticks, throw his shoes off and play in the river. No matter what we did or where we ended up, we always had fun together.
That was our bonding time. It was also where we would find peace from our otherwise hectic schedules. Each trip went smoothly and we always came home with such wonderful stories to tell and memories made.
As I looked back through all my photos to find one to post here, I realized that it’s been 3 years since our last day-trip together. No wonder I’ve been craving the mountains so badly. I miss the smell of the air, the breeze as it flows through the trees and the sounds of wildlife.
Most of all, I miss spending that special time with my son. Those days have always meant so much to me. It’s our time to do whatever we want and go where ever we choose. It’s carefree, peaceful and fun. Best of all, there’s no distractions. It’s just the two of us, enjoying our time together. Us and nature. Nothing can replace that.
Summer cannot come soon enough.