Inevitably, in the middle of every August, I find myself longing for a month-long retreat in the woods, in a small cabin surrounded by tall trees. It’s not as if I grew up spending my summers in forested areas where the nights are dark and still, but it’s always been a dream. Someday, I’ll have a little cabin somewhere, probably on the West Coast, where a morning stroll takes me to cliffs and the Pacific Ocean. For now, I’m daydreaming about this little place called Beaver Brook.
Do you find yourself wanting a retreat right about now? Where would you go?
{all photos from Beaver Brook}
