The autumn winds lazily tickled the leaves of the tree I sat in trying to escape the world which was crumbling down around me. A calming scent washed over me, pine needles and rain, heather gray clouds rolled across the vast sky above me with the threat of rain. I stayed up in the fragrant pine for hours staring out over the sublime scenery in the distance. The sharply peaked and snow capped mountains almost as though I had come straight out of Narnia. A squirrel skittered among the branches above my head like a leaf in the wind. I didn't know where I was but I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't in Washington anymore.