I suppose one of the highlights (even though most people would give me a hard time about it) was our camping trip. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing and we got a GREAT campsite right on the Nooksack River. It was peaceful and the sound of the river was soothing.
I've discovered that I'm a planner. I love to plan and I'm pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. However, planning can get a bit overwhelming to me -- especially lately in the midst of my grief. So, while I was happy to spend time with family at a beautiful setting, I tended to be a bit grumpy with the preparations. Packing for camping isn't so much fun for me... but once I'm there I'm glad to be there.
I'm trying to remember that there is a lot of life to be enjoyed... even if the journey gets kind of bumpy.