Yesterday was a lazy Saturday afternoon. We had already finished our commitments and
were driving home when my husband gave me a wrong turn. I love him, but honestly the man has the worst
sense of direction ever. Quickly
realizing the error, I looked for a place to turn around, but major construction
on the highway led us further out into the country. We had already eaten lunch, had plenty of gas
and a few snacks so I figured, let’s make this into an adventure.
The autumn foliage was beautiful. The last leaves clinging
to the trees shimmered with radiant golds, rustic reds, and warm oranges. We pasted fields of harvest corn and wheat and
farm animals and old turn of the century homes until we stumbled upon “The
Devil’s Backbone.”
A breathtaking river that ponds before cascading over a
waterfall. It was breathtaking. We stopped and walked the length of the trail
beside the river. We watched the geese play in the water. It was perfect. The last few months have been very
trying. I’ve struggled with depression
and overwhelming sadness, but this place was so beautiful and it was nice to
enjoy with my family. It was unexpected
and very welcoming escape from our crazy life.
Sometimes when life hands you a wrong turn, maybe it was the
direction you were supposed to take in the first place, you just didn’t know it
yet.