On Independence Day, to be able to find a well-marked and naturally beautiful trail that’s completely secluded is no small feat.
My kids took turns executing running jumps from the top of the high dunes, knowing that they would land in the soft sand below. They trudged slowly up the sand hill, then ran down as fast as momentum could carry them.
We saw lost and secluded river waterfalls. A pack of wild beasts. And spring blossoms dressing it all up.
It was like walking in an ever peaceful woods. Like getting lost in a secret forest.