When my husband and I make vacation plans, he tends to want to return to places he loves - particularly Glacier National Park. It's an amazing place and I love it too. But I long to see new vistas, cities, waters.
Except there is a place I return to again and again, - a family camp in upstate New York. I'm there right now. I've been coming to this patch of Adirondack woods since I was a small child.
Yesterday we took a walk around a lake - something I've done dozens of time. We set out at the end of a sunny August day, about two hours before sunset. And it was as if I'd never been there before. The light at that hour, the particular position of the sun, the advent of late summer mushrooms and deep, pillowy moss - ever few steps there was new wonder.
So I guess my husband is on to something. Somehow, the places we love and return to are always new.