My husband and I used to go north for a week every fall. When we lived in MN, this meant going almost to the Canadian border, to a resort we found. We loved it -- relaxing, getting away from it all, hiking, boating, and a bit of sightseeing. We did this for about 15 years. I loved it so much, I set a book at this resort (Mayhem, Marriage, and Murderous Mystery Manuscripts)
Then we moved it Iowa and suddenly a 3.5 hour trip north became an 8.5 hour trip. And our financial situation changed, too. My husband is no longer working in his highly paid tech job, so it's a bit more of a stretch to spend a week at a resort.
So, reluctantly, we canceled our trip for this year. I am going to miss it -- a lot. I already know that. But I have a multitude of other activities to fill my time, so maybe it won't be so bad. And maybe we'll go next year.
But right now I'm feeling very nostalgic for those marvelous "away" days Up North. I realize that life is change, but some changes are tricky to navigate....
Here's a picture from one of our trips. This was the view from our front porch. Yep. I'm going to miss it, I'm sure.