For the last week, Pete and I were away catching up with college friends in Mazama, Washington — a three-horse town (we met all three!) just east of the Cascade Mountains. Now, admittedly, I’m not a very woodsy person. I flinch at every bug sound, and I don’t like to stray far from indoor plumbing or refrigerated beer. So the arrangements were perfect: Our friend Dan’s family has a beautiful cabin just yards from a small river and plenty of good hiking. So we all converged, from Brooklyn, from Chicago, from Nashville, and wow. Just wow. The susurrus of the river. The crisp, sharp air, especially in morning. The softening sun by afternoon. And, of course, the people.