We sat in this spot for a long time. We listened.

I remembered things this day that I’d long since forgot about. The mountain air tends to do that.

The early part of the hike was filled with rain. By the evening, there was a beautiful golden light coming through the trees.

Picking mushrooms, smelling the forest and the cows up on the mountain, collecting small rocks and tasting wild strawberries; the woods were inviting and wild at the same time and we looked at each other and had the same thought: we feel right at home.