I love the way photographs help you to remember the very best moments in life. After digging through all the pictures I took this weekend, I sort of forgot about the insane amount of driving we had to do, the many meltdowns and frustrations, the periods of boredom, and even the poison oak. The photos help me refocus on what a wonderful vacation it really was: relaxing at the cabin, visiting with family, and even getting in a quick no-kids backpacking trip on the Rogue River.
JB and I were sitting in our utterly remote campsite on Friday evening listening to the river rush by and inhaling the sharp pine scent of our campfire smoke and he said, “You know, by Monday it’ll feel like this place is a million miles away.” It’s true; it does. Goddamn if the weekend isn’t already disappearing behind us, growing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. Oh, I’m glad for the pictures.