The cabin had no electricity, no running water and, most importantly, no signal. The nearest road was a forty-minute walk. We had brought food for four days and books for a month.
The first day we kept checking our pockets. The second day we stopped. By the third, we were getting up with the light and going to bed when the stove burned low, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
When we walked back to the car and the phones came alive, buzzing with four days of news, none of it turned out to matter.
