It's easy to "unplug", because there are no plugs. No cell reception. No running water. No street lights. Just peace. I won't say quiet because the birds sing symphonies all hours of the day and night, the wind stirs the trees into a breezy boogie, and the Douglas squirrels chirp like it's 1999.
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Our little slightly-bigger-than-a-bathtub shack still needs a floor, so we camp. It's near the North Fork Skykomish river, which is, in my mind, the most perfect river in the world. I am almost always inspired to write poetry while sitting on its rocky shores. Much of it stinkier than skunk weed, but I kind of liked the poem I wrote this time.
Blue Huckleberry
And there are wildflowers. Lupin and Foxglove and Columbine, Oh my!
I love how kid-friendly nature is. I mean, look at this happy one-eyed monster rock.
Or the scary guy next to him:
We made a baby wading pool off the river in no time at all.
Bliss.
So where do you like to unwind? What helps you unplug? And when are you going there?
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