The Painted Hills

Sometimes on a Wednesday afternoon, in the middle of an extra long week, an adventure calls. Lately I've noticed that some of my most favorite escapes are the ones just around the corner. The simple yet spontaneous ones that don't need checked baggage or hotel reservations. The ones that only require half a tank of gas and a coffee for the road. A few weeks ago I grabbed my mom and drove east to visit one of the hidden gems of our state. It's a place I've been multiple times before yet it always seems more beautifully awe-inspiring than the last. Because sometimes, on a Wednesday afternoon, a little fresh air and a new pair of eyes is just what I need.