Vacation Recovery

So my husband and I just got home yesterday from a short vacation to the mountains. We wanted to get away from the city for a few nights and just relax and be together. I'm not a outdoors kind of woman so I searched for a cabin with heat/air (you never know this time of year), full bathroom, kitchen, a fireplace and dog friendly.


The cabin was pretty nice but it was more remote than I had anticipated. We were in a pocket where there was no cell phone service from any provider, which I wouldn't have minded if there had been a land line in the cabin. There were no street lights so if you were needed to go out after dark you were pretty much on your own along the poorly marked windy mountain roads. The only lock on the door to the cabin was one of those push and turn locks and it was installed in such a way that a simple credit card could have released it. Yep, more remote than I had anticipated and more remote than I was comfortable with.



I was fine during the day. We explored the area, played games, had lots of fires and general merriment. But when we laid down to go to sleep with the lights and the music off, oh boy. That's when my imagination would run wild. I felt so vulnerable that I just wasn't able to relax enough to sleep more than a few hours each night. If anything went wrong we would just be stuck there until light.


Don't get me wrong, I actually really had a good time outside of the poor sleep. The mountains were undergoing peak foliage and were absolutely gorgeous. Oh well, live and learn. Next time I'll verify access to the outside world.


As you can imagine I'm now in vacation recovery mode, tired, in pain and way behind in my household duties, not to mention my blog.