For our final day in the mountains we ventured literally through the mountains to Spring Creek, where my family used to have a beautiful cabin. Spring Creek is a good 45 min to an hour from any sort of civilization. So you better be prepared to have no cell service, not run low on gas and have a strong stomach to not get queasy from the sharp turns and twists. I used to love visiting the cabin as a child with my parents and grandparents. These were the times before I felt I needed my iPhone in my hand every other minute to check Facebook and TMZ
. Whatever happened to those days.?
My brother and I would play in the creek next to the barn, ride the tractor up and down the hill and search through the barn for any treasures we could find. Usually the only things we would find were rusty hammers and maybe a random birdhouse or bench. (My grandparents had an odd obsession with collection bird houses and benches, to this day I still don't quite get it.)
We spent the day winding through the mountain roads, wondering if we were going to run out of gas, praying Landon would not start screaming at any given second and stopping for photo opts at some of the most beautiful locations.
|Barn next to the cabin.|
|Old gas station near the cabin.|
|Hey, Rey was there!|
|silly in the leaves.|