This photograph, taken in the San Bernardino National Forest, is not breathtaking or iconic. There isn’t anything especially special about it at all. But every time I look at it, it never fails to make me want to go live in the mountains. A cabin in the woods. Something small and simple. Thoreau, but with indoor plumbing and high speed internet.
And since this bit of escapism is limited only by my imagination, let’s make this cabin sit way back in woods so sparsely populated that you hardly ever see your neighbors, with nearby lakes and streams, animals, and clean air and water. Yes, that would fit my reclusive personality like a glove. The dreams of an introvert, eh?