Lake Chelan, Washington


The second I laid on the beach(grass beach, no sand...score!) of Lake Chelan and realized this was as difficult as my life will get for the next week I wondered to myself, Why do I make vacations such a hassle?

I will be the first to admit- I pack a lot into a vacation. Sadly I do not have the luxury to travel full time, so I am usually on a time constraint. Peru- 9 days, 3 cities, 3 flights, one day long hike in the Andes, another day of ruins exploring. Slovenia/Central Europe- 7 days, 4 countries, multiple stops. Scotland- 4 days, one day in the highlands, one full marathon. Do you get the picture? Although I have no desire to stop anytime soon, as I get older l am starting to enjoy the feeling of actually being relaxed and rejuvenated after a week away. When my mom brought up the idea of going on a family vacation this year (my mom, step-dad, sister, step sister and myself have not been on a vacation all together for about 12 years) I was excited to book a week to just relax. AND TO NOT PLAN A DAMN THING. Although, I won’t lie, I did look up best wineries and Mexican restaurants in the area. Just the essentials.

My mom killed it at finding the best home away from home. Located in Mason, Washington our lake house was just across the way from the Lake and park where we could lay out. Lake Chelan itself was a dream. Crystal clear, refreshing, and swimmable. Although I may not be racing a shark a la Michael Phelps anytime soon, I did love having a few buoy races with my mom. She kicked my ass each time.  I blame the beers I started drinking at 10am.

Towards the end of the trip I felt guilty, like should I start to want to get out?Take a day trip somewhere? On our last day my mom and step dad decided to go to Winthrop, WA , an old western town about an hour away. My sisters and I declined the offer, claiming we just wanted to relax on our last day (we ended up playing the board game 'Sorry' for most of the time). When they got back they had so many lovely stories and shopping finds I regretted not going for a bit. But, then I thought, who would have whopped ass at drunk "Sorry” if I wouldn’t have just sat on the porch in the sun all day? Drunk Sorry….now that’s what a vacation is all about.

Take time and relax. You won’t regret it.

*Wine focused post to come later this week (obviously)