Escaping the Stress
It was starting to get to me, I admitted to Nicole on Saturday morning before Chris and I left for our weekend away. The stress, the chaos, the spin-cycle my brain has been in for a few weeks now - all starting to make me a small bit bonkers.
So we packed it all up and disappeared for a few days, to The Dutch Iris Inn.
It was perfect: waa-ay in the middle of nowhere, with our laptops deserted at home and our cell phones turned off, Chris and I found ourselves feeling quite at home at this pretty little bed and breakfast in northern CT.
"Any special dietary concerns?" The innkeeper asked, after explaining that breakfast would be served at 8:30 the next morning.
"I'm diabetic, so ..."
"Ah, low-carb would be good, wouldn't it? I'll make you something good and healthy."
Her husband nodded.
"She's a great cook."
The following morning greeting us with a delicious zucchini and cheese omelet and a fresh fruit cup instead of the high-carb bread pudding that was served to the other guests. My blood sugar, which rang in at a solid 90 mg/dl first thing, stayed steady at 107 mg/dl two hours after my healthy - and damn tasty - breakfast.
After breakfast, we explored the waterfalls in Enders State Forest. I wasn't anticipating climbing over rocks and traipsing down steep hillsides, so my flip-flops made for treacherous footwear. And I'm pretty sure I was the only living creature in the woods with a purse. It was to keep bears away. (It actually had our car keys, my meter, and some juice in it. But I could swat at a bear if necessary.)
Wave to the camera, Purse-Lady.
We spied a number of waterfalls, watched the sunlight turn the surface of the water to copper, and saw a pile of discarded clothes near the bank of one of the inlet pools. (Yet there were no swimmers. Perhaps they were eaten by bears? Good thing I had my purse.)
Traveling further down Rt 219, the road opened up and we saw the impressive and completely breathtaking Barkhamsted Reservoir. The view was remarkable. And the gate house, stemming from the Saville Dam, had the most lovely and English-looking door I'd ever seen. If only I had my wedding dress - I would have loved to have staged some photos. Instead of wedding shots, Chris and I have a series of photos that eerily resemble some kind of English countryside trick-or-treating.
We weren't completing articles. We didn't answer emails. We didn't think about the wedding guest list or what color the bridesmaid dresses would be. (For the record, I'm leaning between lavender and green.)
We explored. We talked. We took naps. We watched TV and lounged about on the king-sized bed. We held hands. We weren't attacked by little gray cats or their over-fed puffy counterparts. We dined together. We ate cookies and drank tea in the middle of the night.
We chased away the stress.
And now we're ready to get back in the game.