On Thursday morning Michael texted me and said he wanted to get away this weekend. He asked around for some cabin recommendations, and he said he found the perfect place. We had commitments on Saturday so we would have to leave later in the day. But we had off on Monday, so two nights away in the wilderness seemed like a good idea—I knew our little family could definitely use an escape.
Each year, winter plus the daily routine of life has a way of sucking me into a pity party. I get wrapped up into the short days, and I am exhausted by the cold air. But when I step away from the chaos and rush, I have a chance to embrace the season, and enjoy all of it’s simple and stark beauty. Winter really is quite lovely when it doesn’t get it the way of everything else. So Saturday night we drove a few hours northwest through the mountains of Maryland to a state park with a wilderness resort, complete with a lodge and restaurant, cabins and yurts. We stayed in a yurt, and it is by far one of the most enjoyable accommodations I’ve ever experienced.
A round wood and canvas room with a peaked roof and a domed skylight at the very top (perfect for stargazing from bed). A gas fireplace with cozy chairs and a big comfy couch, a kitchenette and breakfast nook, a luxurious king bed, a lovely restroom, and last but not least, heated wood floors (which Ryan loved to lay on). On Sunday we took walks, read books, ate in the lodge restaurant, and played games in our yurt. The snow blew in sideways and the winds wrapped around our walls as we cozied by the fire. We talked and rested, and slowly lived the day, with no plans, nowhere to be and nothing to do, but to enjoy one another. And it was exactly what we needed.