The mountains are calling and I must go* (Or: The Beverly Hillbillies hit the road)

We got outta dodge for the long weekend, heading a few hours down the road to our favorite B&B.  We found the place a few years ago, and try to go a couple of times a year, if we can.  We've grown close to the proprietor, a really awesome lady named Betsy, and although she's closed during the month of February, she opened the place for us.  Because we're those people.  I kid.  But how awesome is that?

And because the rabbit is geriatric, Betsy let us bring her along as well.

I remember when our friends A & C Peep had their first child.  When she was a couple of months old, they came to spend the weekend with us.  When they pulled up to the house, they came to the door with an overnight bag.  After we said hello, the real unpacking began.  Bags and bags for the baby.  The car seat/carrier.  The pack & play.  The diaper bag.  The other bags.

We were like, WHOA...

Well Karma is a mofracker.

G and I travel light, but not when you throw a bunny in the mix!

The trunk.  Notice whose crap takes up most of the space.

A view of the backseat.  Again, who takes up the most space?

Five hours of driving, people.  Five hours.

With this little rabbit mug peering out.

We had a great time - the best part was just being away for a while.  A little hiking, a little laying around, a little Sonic.  A little reading, some good thrift finds (more about that later) and some snow!  We got a few inches on Sunday night.

The view on the way down there.

The view on the way back!

Perhaps the very best part of this weekend - for me - was the reminiscing.  We're so comfortable in the B&B that it feels a bit like a second home, especially when we are the only ones there.  We were there during this exact weekend last year, and it was one of the lowest times of my life.  I remember being very depressed and almost in a cloud of despair.

This year, things were - they are -  completely different.  I'm not exaggerating when I say I enjoyed every minute of it.

G surprised me with some post V-Day roses:

Looking lovely in the corner of our room.

That there was no room for in the car on the way home:

Five hours I had to ride like this, people.  Five hours.

But it was a good weekend and I think I have it in me to pull through the work week.  Especially since we got to do a little prep work:

Hope your weekend was a good one!  Yay for Presidents' Day!


*Quote by John Muir