As I sit in my heated house looking out my big picture window, watching the snow fall with heavy flakes, it's hard to imagine plunging into a river. But my mind wanders to the warm meadow and follows the winding trail, with daisies pointing the way, to the river in which my naked body will sink into. The Yaak really is a magical place. Set deep within enveloping mountains, tucked safely into the forest sit's Essie's family's cabin. A place which, in June, will be full of warm laughter, tried and true friends, wine, beer, spirits, hearty food, card games and stories told deep into the night. Babies will be passed to and from safe arms; bodies will bend into contorted positions during yoga; fingers will encourage yarn into blankets or baby hats; and the Yaak's male population will come out of hibernation as 20 beautiful women hit the local bar in a flurry of swishing skirts, stompin' boots and pitchers being shared, for these girls know how to drink. As we sober up on our way back to the cabin, we'll shed our clothes and jump in to the river under the brightest stars.
Looking forward to sharing this experience with all of you in June!
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