There are locations in life that are simply… magical. These places consistently draw us to themselves like a Frappuccino does to Starbucks. They are filled with good times and good feelings. They are environments which make us feel safe.

I grew up in the inner city. My wife grew up in a suburban area. She was raised on a farm. The setting of the farm seemed so open and free from urban chaos. Giant cottonwood trees lined the canal running along the north border of the property and cottontail rabbits ran freely through the field grasses. For a guy who was used to asphalt streets instead of dusty dirt roads, this place was surreal.

The edge of the farm overlooked a large reservoir complete with its own island and a clear shot of the city. Today, the farm has been torn down and the land preserved for open space. Trails line the property and benches are placed around the lake. The serenity available to anyone is priceless. Eagles soar while curious deer make their presence known. The whispering sounds of a constant breeze contribute to the enchanting atmosphere of Jackson View. It is among my favorite getaways.