This Friday I’ll be leaving again for my beloved mountains.

I’ll be gone for 10 days. 10 days of shooting clays, hunting, fishing, sitting by the fire, drinking beer and rum, hanging with the guys, sleeping in a nice warm cabin, eating tri-tip every night, waking with the sun, and counting the stars at night.

The Compound. It’s such a wonderful place. Up there I can hike for miles and never see another soul, never hear a car or truck. At The Compound there are no radios, TVs, or computers. The cell phones work, but we turn them off when we arrive, and only use them for emergencies or the mid-week spouse check-up.

This year Scott and I sneaked in a quick trip. It hurt to leave, but we knew we’d be back soon. Post-mountains depression didn’t stick around very long. This year we’re extending our trip to 10 days. When it comes time to leave on Monday October 24th you can bet I’ll be heartsick.