Then, this happened...
Yeah. My thoughts, exactly.
That's Camp Bountiful. The home of my dear friend Julia's parents, Susan and David. Her parents are affectionately known as, "Moosky & Poosky". (Don't ask. It's a good thing, I promise.)
Last May I was invited to visit Camp Bountiful for the first time. That visit was such a respite for this Mama. And Jackson, well he simply could not get enough of the mountain fun. Here's what he thought of the trip,
|"I love this place!"|
|"I'll never leave!"|
Fall in the mountains is spectacular. The change of color in every tree, the crispness in the air and the tastes and smells are simply intoxicating.
And did I mention that my child simply loves to be there?
Even if he has to be bundled up for a walk...
I blame Julia, Moosky & Poosky.
It's their fault. Without the invitation to this incredible place, I would never have cheated on my first love. And not only have I cheated once, I've cheated a total of four (4!) times.
So, while the beach will forever be my first love, the mountains have gained a solid spot on my "happy place" list.