So I Slept in a ...Cave

In one of the most remote parts of the U.S., my family and I stayed in a cave carved out of stone and connected under a sky full of stars.

Lavinia Spalding

From the back of our rented SUV, my four-year-old son, Ellis, asks, “Mommy, why are we driving through a river?”

As water splashes the car, I explain: Our home for the next two nights is in a wild place, inaccessible to vehicles except via this rugged route, which, yes, involves driving through a creek — but Ellis isn’t listening. “Look at that mountain, Daddy! Can we climb it? Where are we? Are we there yet? Mommy, why are you driving so bumpy?”


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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, that the mind can never break off from the journey.” – Pat Conroy