This weekend my boyfriend and I retreated to Spruce Knob Lake in West Virginia for three nights of camping. We went off the grid—no computers, no smart phones, no electricity.
This was our little piece of land in the woods:
We jogged around the lake, sat by the campfire, and went on two six-mile hikes. The first was pretty mellow and led us to this natural spring—amazing how water appears out of the side of a mountain!
I used to go caterpillar hunting with my dad when I was a kid. We would create a habitat in a jar (with holes in the lid for air of course) and watch our new friends for a few days before letting them go back into the wild to become butterflies.
This little guy appeared on my boot after taking it off to soak my feet in the creek:
This is a yoga blog, so naturally I have to mention that I practiced yoga throughout our trip. I did a morning seated asana and meditation session in our tent and then did a few standing poses along our hike. It felt so good after a couple of nights sleeping on the ground and 8+ miles on my legs.
This field was a couple of miles in on day two and provided the perfect setting for dancer pose.
Beyond my physical practice, my boyfriend and I were united with the rhythm of nature—we found ourselves waking with the light, hanging out with the bugs (there were tons!), and we even got caught in a thunderstorm during our second hike. We were in the middle of a giant field when it started to downpour. We decided to embrace being drenched and played in the giant water drops pouring down from the vast sky. It was pretty amazing. And we needed showers at that point in the trip anyway.
As I sit here and type there is a thunderstorm booming outside. I find myself appreciating that I have shelter to keep me dry and that, after my weekend in the woods, I am more in tune with the reality of nature and all its prowess.
This bumper sticker pretty much sums up my feelings about the weekend:





