I cherish the jazzed expectation of envisioning rough shorelines and lime popsicles and summer experiences with the young men.

Winter and I aren’t the best blend. I generally arm myself with a sun light and a decent book and a can-do frame of mind, yet regardless I get draggy when the sun sets at 4:34 p.m. what’s more, the main thing you can think about when you’re outside is the point at which you’ll return inside. However at this point I’m more established and savvier, I’ve made sense of a trap for traversing the virus season. I plan trips. Regardless of whether they’re not “genuine outings” that we’ll “really take,” I cherish the jazzed expectation of envisioning rough shorelines and lime popsicles and summer experiences with the young men.

This weekend, I ran over Mendocino Grove, a Northern California spot with canvas tents and two airstreams – in addition to flame pits, shorelines, climbs and even a dry sauna where you can heat up on cold days. How astonishing does that look?

A few tents have charming IKEA cots! Toby and Anton would go crazy for these.

It is safe to say that you are staring off into space about any summer trips? Where are you planning to go this year? Do you like to visit a similar adored spot or attempt some place new? We’ll most likely go to England to see my grandma… however that won’t prevent me from arranging a group of nonexistent get-aways all winter! 🙂

#summer #trips

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