Once in a while, I've got to get out of town. Do you ever get that feeling? (I blame my father. When I was little, in the summer on any given Friday afternoon, he would come home and have my mom pack up the camper so we could live on roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for two or three days and we would get to tramp about the woods like wild children.) It doesn't have to be big; even a few hours will do. I need to go someplace where I can breathe more deeply and not worry about my list of things that need to get done.
So, on Sunday my husband took me to a place in Hocking County called Rock Stalls. The Indians used to bring their horses here for water and rest. If you don't mind using fallen trees to cross streams, or wading right through them, it's a beautiful place. Consider it therapy.
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you.