A few weeks ago now the boys and I made the trek to The Pinery. It's only an 8.5/9 hour drive, according to GoogleMaps, but it was a 11 or 12 hour drive for us each time, even with very few stops. Fortunately, the boys are actually fairly good travelers, although we all had our moments. Ian wanted to listen to "The Newsies" on repeat and Owen was content to be handed a couple of stick pretzels at a time for most of the journey.
We arrived after the moon had crested the pines and soon after Mom & Phoebe had returned from their own road trip from Sante Fe, via a few National Parks.
I went on one solo paddle and it did my soul such good. It's amazing how deeply connected I feel to this place. Every spot on that road brings back memories, every scent, the feel. It's incredible. So grateful to share it with my children and for them to love it as much as I do.
My dad had the atlas out one day and I took some time to pour through it. It was strange to steer the car north, away from Virginia and the drive I could do so easily from memory. Instead, we drove up and away from all things familiar. The world has a way of being so small, and yet so big.
Thank you, Mom & Dad, for hosting us! We loved our time with you.