Up north, courtesy of the Porods

The Porod’s cabin is probably the best place on Earth. There is little cell phone reception, and my ears are constantly soothed by the rushing rapids at the bottom of the hill beside the cabin. The peace and quiet is tranquil, a welcome break from the constant commotion and contact with others I normally use to distract myself from my own wandering thoughts. Here, the continual natural white noise rushing rapids do the trick. Always rushing, never pausing. Perfect.