Last weekend, I spent the most amazing 24 hours all. by. myself. I mean, people were around. But not people I knew. I spoke only to strangers (a feat generally so terrifying that I struggle to ask a question at Home Depot) for 24 hours. To be fair, Kirk had to endure a two hour steady stream of words that flowed out of me like an unstopped dam when I returned home. But still. 24 hours alone. And I loved it.
I headed to Bear Lake to check out the Pickleville Playhouse and review a show for UTBA. I could easily have driven back home after the production, but I decided I would rather just camp out in the back of my car and drive home fresh the next morning. But then the more I thought about it (and checked out area attractions on my phone), the more I wanted to tack on extras to make the drive even more worth it. A museum. A cave. I had no real obligations on Saturday, so why not?
And so it came to be that I woke naturally to the sunrise over Bear Lake.
That I spent two delicious hours picking at my pancakes, sipping hot chocolate, and feeling way more important than I really am while I used my phone as a wireless hot spot and submitted my review.
That I traveled back to 1852 and got a one-on-one tour (and a million good teaching ideas) at the Oregon Trail museum.
That I enjoyed a 90-minute hike inside a cave... without having to worry about one of my kids destroying the natural formations.
And that I ended the day wishing that I could intentionally achieve the loose curls that resulted from sleeping in my car and hiking in the rain!
Of course, now all I want to do is take my family back to each of those spots and enjoy it all over again with them.
And find another adventure to try... alone.