And back to my happy place

We went back to my Dad's, mostly to go to our mountain.

We went to work.  The field needs to be cut this time of year to get it ready for winter.  The blackberries are not as overwhelming as lower down the mountain but they are still a force to be reckoned with.

The colors!  The temperatures!  We actually stayed in the machine shed one night.  Small boys, Tall Short Person, my Beloved, and myself.  We had forgotten our gear in the madness of packing for a plane ride and we just did not have the right anything.  We went back to my Dad's afterwards and came back up to work.  But during the day it was so nice to wear a sweater.

We have been back a week and I have been trying to play catch up since.  I will say that it was wonderful and I need to go up there more often when I am at my Dad's.  It is just for soul healing.  We are considering getting a kit cabin to put up on the mountain.  Something that we can put up quickly and maybe heat.

The next two months are going to be crazy for work and travel.  We have been invited to a few holiday markets but it does usually end up being a six to seven hour day for me.  I will be traveling to  my Dad's at least once before Christmas.  And the healing continues.  The endurance is sslloowwllyy coming back and I get dizzy less often.