As in, The Yellow Springs. Which, naturally, had me totally confused.

Because, see, as a Total Taurus and being the baby of the fam, where the Brothers told me the craziest shit that I actually believed when I was 5, I tend to be : 1. Guillable. And 2. Literal with meanings.

SO, yeah. Um. Yellow Springs. All this talk about The Yellow Springs … come on, People. What else was I supposed to think other than an actual yellow … spring.

Right. I have some probs. Obvs.

Before I get too involved, let’s start at the beginning of this day. This glorious morning of the most amazing breakfast. Ever. Like when Outkast says, “eva eva eva”. Yes, eva, eva, EVA, peeps.

Okay, so first I actually had to get up ,which I was super impressed – I hauled my ass out of bed at 9:40, mainly because I was hungry and ready to get the eat on. We quickly packed up, checked out, said goodbye to our door protecting pumpkin {who really looked psychotic}, and were on our way to the Sunrise Cafe.

And back to the glorious breakfast we ate. Seriously. The entire mini break holiday was worth this place alone. Just thinking about it has my mouth watering for those delectable pumpkin — pumpkin! — pancakes!

Every single thing we ate was organic and locally grown. Even the take home boxes were compostable! The BF and I were in breakfast-green-heaven mode. It’s just like when I’m sitting in 13th century European churches and just feel like a better, holier person sitting there … yeah, that was me this morning, except I felt all green and earthy and just by eating I was doing all these great things for the environment.

How amazing is that! Just eat and feel better about the planet. Now, that’s the kind of difference I’m talking about. Hell yes. I mean, just check this:

I can hardly handle looking at it again. Oh, the eggs! The bacon! Those biscuits … okay must move on. Must.

And you must immediately make plans to go to the Sunrise Cafe.

Immediately.

After breakfast, we walked through town and then hit up Glen {H}Elen again, to see the actual springs. Right, The Yellow Springs.

Well. We took a few turns off the beaten path, which was really adventurous and really put both of us in check quick. Since I found myself starting to pull that whole, “WHOSE idea was THIS anyway” crap. Yeah, isn’t that always lovely.

But we both laughed it off and thought Thoreau or was it Emerson’s quote about the path less traveled? Yeah, love when I can bust out with that shit.

Here’s the much anticipated Yellow Springs.

Okay, so I get it. The yellow, part … now. But, geez. What a letdown when you’re actually expecting a yellow spring. Probs, I know.

That and I like to hold out hope that things like natural spring mineral water can be yellow and safe to drink.

The most exciting thing about our afternoon trek was the Indian Mound. OMFG. Who knew?! An indian mound inside a protected nature preserve.

Can you picture the look on my face? Can you imagine that I was just about to lose it?

Because I was. But The BF didn’t quite capture that, it’s more a shot of me distracted by a bird call {for real}.

And, I know it doesn’t really look all that Indian Mound Hopewell. This is precisely why we walked by it twice before The BF insisted this was the mound and I was all, “that’s not an F-ING MOUND.”

Because I like to think I’m some Indian Mound expert now and who can tell an Indian Mound apart from just some lump of earth when it’s covered in tons of leaves and all overgrown? Besides The BF. Good eyes on that one.

So all in all, I’ve got to say, mini break Yellow Springs was a huge success. Already planning our next excursion back.

See how happy we are, in the midst of wondering which one of us decided to roam off path and we both really want to say something snippity but we don’t – rule relationship #1 – be kind to your partner. Always. So instead I’m all, “let’s capture this happy moment with a pic!.”

What a great one I bagged. Seriously, People. I got me a good one. But, hey, so does he.