Wolf Creek

Wolf Creek has become that little place we can call a home away from home.  It’s only an hour away but far enough that we have to pack a bag and never see humans.  Maybe that’s it.  Words only fall short from here… it’s quaint, removed, majestic, the quiet place in your head, a little bit of work, the journey, our place.  We catch lizards, sleep in a yurt, fish in the daytime, ride four-wheelers, get really dirty, skinny dip in the pond, cook hot-dogs over the fire, constantly try to perfect our marshmallow roasting, look for new constellations, and wake-up happy.


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