As someone who suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder, winter is always a pretty rough road. Nothing cures my blues like a road trip to somewhere warm to visit with some of my best friends and soak up some sunshine. In January I drove the 17 hours to Gainesville, Florida solo and spent two weeks forgetting about winter. I stayed on a farm where some of my closest friends live and work. We packed up a week's worth of food and camping equipment for 7 people into three cars, loaded a canoe onto each car and drove to the Gulf. We canoed a few miles to an island that has been given the name "Treasure Island" by some friends and stayed there for 5 days. We fished, we cooked over a fire, we told stories, we laid on the beach, we lived each day side by side simply enjoying being alive. It was truly one of the best times of my life and saved me from sinking too deep into my lonely hibernation. It was hard to say goodbye, but I know I'll be back again soon enough. On my way home I broke up the long drive by visiting friends in the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia and drove up through the Great Smoky Mountains as well. January is not so bad after all.