After a weekend of old growth rain forest and open mountain vistas, I found myself camping along the Olympic coast, shrouded in thick fog. I couldn't help but reminisce about the countless nights just like this growing up on Nantucket Island. There is something about fog that sets me free in a way nothing else does; it resets my mind, and grounds me. It makes me feel at home.
What sets you at ease, makes you feel at home? And where will you find it this weekend?