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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For breakfast tomorrow, how about a bowl of tangy Greek yogurt topped with fresh apricots, almonds, and a drizzle of local honey? For lunch, how does a peppery arugula salad with cucumbers, radishes, feta, mint, and olives sound? Or a hearty pumpkin soup with . . .