That description instantly transports me to those peaceful moments when nature seems to demand your full attention, like it’s pulling you into its rhythm.

Slowing down feels almost mandatory in places like that, where the landscape seems to ask us to appreciate the present without rushing.

I love how certain environments have a way of making us reflect on time, almost like we’re stepping out of the usual fast-paced world.

My family had, still has an old hunting cabin outside of Rutland with tons of acreage.

Flooding took out the main dirt road to it, but some of my family still make it up there every now and then. Great memories.

We used to take horses up there in the fall. Collect the freshest water I ever drank from in the streams that run all up around there. My brother now has a vacation home up near there that he rents out.

Thanks for sharing!