All environs contain elements that are both intriguing and beautiful. The bustle and architecture of a big city. The warmth and care-free vibe of the coast. The wholesome, hands on culture of the country. I enjoy partaking in what they offer, and am always happy to indulge in the benefits of each. But where does my heart lay? What makes my soul feel truly alive? The answer, my friends, are hidden in the air and the energy of the woods and the mountains.
Upon a brief return to my hometown last year, I took advantage of the opportunity to spend a few hours in Yosemite. It has been far too long, and this visit was much too short. Next Fall, I plan to spend at least a few days exploring the valleys and the peaks of this wonder of nature. Just minutes from my childhood home, I never understood how lucky I was to grow up around such splendor. I have skied, hiked, camped, and swam in these breathtaking surroundings more than I could count. That is the setting in which I learned grace and joy. These are the elements that shaped me.
This is where I feel free.