We’ve been aching for adventure. Of any kind.
As a family. As a couple.
Just aching to go, to get away, to do, to see, to experience. Somewhere new, something new.
So, last Saturday we drove south to the Wichita Mountains. We drove up the tallest one – Mt. Scott. And we took pictures. And we sat on a rock and let the cool breeze wash over us. And we watched the hawks hang in the air and then ride the wind currents and loop around us.
And we talked. And laughed. And turned the music up. And dreamed.
We wrote out a whole bucket list/dream list. Together. As a family. As a couple.