Just getting away. There's a state park just across the river from my home (I can actually see it from my living room window). In the spring and fall, come Friday, I put my tent and cooler in the truck, and after work cross the river, set up camp and enjoy the weekend. If I get going earlier, there's another state park 40 miles up the river. It's more isolated (I've occasionally had the place to myself), and it's a great place to hike, read, write, enjoy a martini and eat (lamb chops, Israeli couscous and grilled asparagus is my favorite meal).