Oh, every year, I look forward to heading to the hills. My husband and I love, love, love to camp in the boonies, where we are alone with nature (and our dogs). The only sounds to be heard are those of the breeze blowing through the trees, the water rushing over boulders in the river, and an occasional chipmunk scampering up a tree. Well, there's also the sound of our little dog Rascal begging for the ball to be thrown again and again. He equates camping with an endless round of playing fetch. My husband and I equate camping to peaceful rejuvenation. No internet. No cell phones. No technology, except for our Kindles. We each have our own hammock, from which we strive to read as many books as possible.
So, if you need me, I'll be in the mountains for a while. ;)