Western Wyoming. Its the best. Just dont be a pussy and get a place with an awesome wood stove, cut down a bunch of trees, buy a snowmobile and cruise around.
Summers out here are the outright stuff of legends, and you can find ways to amuse yourself in the winter easily if you try.
Of course I'll help you out if you really come out this way! Someone has to teach you to fly fish. You want relaxation? Thats the ticket right there.
Cutting down and splitting firewood. Fishing. Riding snowmobiles to the grocery store lol. We got it fucking made out here.
All of this speaks to the heart of the matter.
As I struggle to understand why I'm so put off by civilization, it comes at the exact same time as I've begun researching the grail romances and mythologies.
I feel like I've gone astray, given too much of my time to external voices, pundits, corporations, politicians and faux-losophers.
There is no real essence out there. And it's taken a piece of me.
Nietchze's loss of innocence by Death of God (on a philosophical sense).
But like Perceval, who was told you only get one shot at the Grail, I feel like I could buck that trend. Rediscover myself. Strip away the parts of myself that have been tainted by departing the poisoned wellsprings from which I drink.
In essence, reclaim myself.
Sometimes you have to get back to basics, discard the frustrations that led you to this juncture, relearn your own essence.
I'm still in here, somewhere. But resigning myself to a shitty fate isn't the way to unearthing those parts of me I aim to salvage.
A vacation is just a reprieve. I need to live differently. More fundamentally. This will clear the air, help me to see more vividly.
Can a Fisher King become a Perceval? Only one way to find out.