Sometimes it is easy to forget how much you love a place until you revisit it. Camping on the beach this weekend was like that for me. I cautiously told Cameron that he had unknowingly married a nomad because I felt as content sleeping on the beach as in my own bed. Granted my body prefers a mattress, but my heart will always yearn for carrying my world on my back. The time I spent backpacking through Europe in college were some of the most stressful, exhausting, exhilarating times of my life and whenever I have all my possessions strapped to my back it makes me nostalgic for the freedom and endless possibilities I felt. Unfortunately life, bills, and commitments generally make it more difficult to live such a lifestyle, but the opportunity to get away even for a day or two with all my possessions on my back subsides the wild heart in me.
Wildflowers hug the bluffs.
Now this is what I call a room with a view, had this been a hotel room it would have been pricey.