Weekend Get-Away

This past weekend we drove upstate to New York to visit my dad and brother.   They live in a hundred-acre wooded farmland.  Rolling mountains, spacious sky --  it's one of my favorite places in the world. 
But before we even step inside their home and give my family great, big, I've-missed-you hugs,  I'm always greeted in the driveway by my two sweet cats.   I had rescued and adopted them as kittens while I was living in my old apartment.  I found them alone and abandoned, mewing in a neighboring field;  their mother was later found dead down the road.  I think they were no more 5 weeks old at the time.  

When I moved into my current apartment, though, I sadly couldn't take them with me, so my Dad took them into his care.  I think they love their mountain home as much as I do.  

Conan is my snuggable little man.  I swear he's part dog....  How can you not love this face?

Chloe is my sensitive sweetie.  When I had been going through a difficult time a few years ago, she'd always quietly curl up beside me whenever I needed a good cry.
 They love basking in dad's vegetable garden.
Cabbages and corn, green beans and tomatoes.  
This place, and my family, are always a breath of fresh air.What's your favorite place to get-away and recharge?