Our weekend getaway to Deer Ridge fire lookout last August meant so much to me.
It was our first night away from Clarissa, which just about destroyed both of us, but she had the best sleepover with grandparents and we felt like we were on a second honeymoon.
The smoke from surrounding forest fires was devastatingly thick, and that night we could even see some in the distance from our lofty retreat.
The sweeping panorama of mountains, the feeling that we were the only two souls on earth, the soft champagne glow of the sunset through the smoke wreathed sky was an experience I'll always treasure and hope to repeat.
My soul was refreshed.