Post mountains depression has set in.

I always feel this way after an extended stay in the mountains. I feel restless, like I don’t belong here in the city. My apartment feels like a cage. I don’t know what to do with myself. All I can think about is the smell of the forest, the view from across the lake, and the icy cold air right before the sun comes up. I can see the sun rising over the peaks, I can smell the camp fire, and I can still hear the sounds of my buddies laughing and telling stories.

So now I’m back in good ol’ Chico. I wish I was back at the cabin.