Periodically it is nice to get away. Last week was that time for my family and me as we drove 1200 miles across three states, saw lots of family and swam in some beautiful swimming holes in central Oregon’s Cascades.
Whenever I go on vacation, though, it seems like I work twice as hard before I leave and twice as hard when I return. Compounding this is that we spent four days of the past 10 in a place where there was no reception at all. A good thing? Maybe. It is weird to be out of touch for that long.
Whatever the case it is good to be back, trying to remember what I was doing before I left. I read two books while I was away, had a great time with my kids, and have memories that I will always remember.
Vacation is good. I’ve been back one day. When’s the next one?