Article by:
Chelsea Brasted
I WAS STANDING near my husband, both of us perched carefully on the edge of Twentymile Creek Cascades, while a half-dozen light blue butterflies the size of nickels fluttered around our boots. We could hear the water rushing over rocks below us, the creek swollen from a late-summer storm we’d just barely missed. Around us, it felt as though the forest was breathing, and finally I realized we were, too. Deeply, fully breathing. Read full travel article here.
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