I arrived in Phoenix at 10:00pm on August 4, 2019, the temperature was 94 degrees. Luckily for me, I was flying up to the White Mountains the next morning where the temperatures were about 25 degrees cooler due to higher elevation.
Being back in a familiar place, I realized how much I had missed the mountains. I loved the smell of ponderosa pine trees in the dry arid winds of Northeastern Arizona. Back in the Midwest, summer was sweltering with high humidity. The change in scenery was welcoming. I often feel the need to leave home to find inspiration and to see the world with new eyes. Although I had moved away from Arizona, I felt in a way that I had come home.
I had traveled back for a work assignment and decided to bring my new husband of one month and one week. Together we explored familiar and unfamiliar trails, hiking rocky mountain paths around lakes and forests. Our nights were spent at a local motel called Antler’s Inn where we played evening games of horseshoes and sat around a campfire watching the sunset into the mountain sky.
The trip provided a welcoming relief from everyday stressors. I often encourage other people to travel and explore. Life can easily become mundane and dull. Although the White Mountains are not a new place or destination for me, they sparked and ignited my senses again through sights, sounds, and tastes.
Sometimes going away from home makes us homesick, and sometimes going away, brings us back.