“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…” ― John Muir
Looking back on summer, one of my favorite weekends was spent up in the Poconos with friends. We caught up with each other’s lives, swam in the lake, drank whiskey, beer and/or wine, watched the Olympics, water-skied, listened to music, made a delicious dinner together, laughed, ran, played poker, danced, floated in “daydreamers” and learned the lyrics backwards and forwards to “Call Me Maybe”. Good times.
