Nearly two years ago, me and K on one of our intentionally spontaneous adventures stumbled upon what we now know is Dober Road.
We never had an agenda, we just got in the car with cameras in hand and drove. With discovery as our guide, we never knew what would lie around that next corner.
October 19, 2014 was no exception, as we randomly decided to take a left hand turn off some random backroad, because well… it just seemed like the right thing to do, we had no idea what sat patiently awaiting our arrival.
We simply knew this, something special was on the horizon. You could feel it.
As the road wound around this hidden hill nestled deep within these backroads, there they were, two trees at the top of the road that seemed to stand on the ledge of yesterday and forever. Never having travelled on this road, only blue sky seemed to await just beyond the summit of this new found trail.
Never knowing how we found that place, for nearly two years, I tried to reconstruct how we lost our way to that place. Hmm, there’s a thought, how does one lose their way to a place they never knew existed, but now has found itself woven deep within the memories of those now held high?
If only we could find that place yet again? It’s funny, I remember saying once that to add life to life, one should seek daily to become lost in discovery.
It’s kind of hard when we’re looking down all the time. But I digress.
Today, Kira said… let’s find it. And thanks to a random Instagram post recently from a friend where they posted a picture of those same two trees along with guess what.. the location, we immediately set out.
When’s the last time you set out on an intentionally spontaneous adventure with a sole objective of becoming lost in discovery?
Often times, I think if we’re honest, the answer to that question is found within that last great memory we got to make.
Life is short. Live.
Feeling blessed tonight. We found it.