Cradle Christmas

I left behind the madding crowds with some trepidation—would I be able to keep up? would I get blisters? would there be decent coffee? (yes, yes and yes).

Nature was overwhelming in her beauty and diversity. On Day 2 we had to ban the word ‘awesome’ and dig deep for worthy superlatives.

A 6-foot smiling angel called Melody bandaged my blisters, padded my pointy bits and baked the best bread.

And all the way we dined like kings, slept like logs, laughed like clowns and sang like… well, ask the ranger.

Christmas in the city? Never again.