There are few things in life that rejuvenate my soul quite like California. The radiant sunshine, salty air and the sound of crashing waves awaken something in me that I just can’t quite put into words. I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF IT and I plan a California getaway at least once a year. This year, however, because of my adventure to Italy in September I decided to be responsible and not spend money on California as well, but my soul had others plans – it rebelled against such a notion and planned a spontaneous trip all on its own. 😉 It went a little something like this:
For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with “my” mountains. My childhood home sits on 6 acres of land located only 3 miles west of the Wasatch Mountains – they are practically my back yard. The view is incredible and it does my heart good to sit outside and watch as the sun sets and casts a purple glow over the mountain range.