T and I have been fortunate enough to travel out of the city three weekends in a row now, and I’m realizing how rejuvenating these trips are for me. It’s difficult to find balance in New York sometimes and these weekly interruptions have provided the perfect reprieve.
Today we were lured upstate by the promise of a fabled swimming hole. Hidden in the middle of a forest in the Catskills, I swear this spot was plucked out of a movie. The sun shimmers through leafy canopies, the water is deep and clear, and there are plenty of tall rocks to launch off of. My friends and I spent the afternoon diving into the chilly pond, snacking on cherries and watermelon, and laughing over cold beers — an idyllic summer day, if you ask me.