Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
The crunch of gravel echoes under the car tires as I set out for what has become a cherished ritual: a short drive to the nearest beach. It’s funny. When people ask me if I prefer the beach or the mountains, the answer isn’t as simple as it seems. It’s never really been about the stunning landscapes or sweeping views for me. It’s about how these places fit into the messy, beautiful chaos of my life right now.
Living in Southeastern Wisconsin, the mountains feel like a faraway dream—the closest being nearly 800 miles away. That distance means days of careful planning and long hours on the road. Add to that a husband who prefers the comfort of home, a lively 6-year-old bursting with questions, and a fearless 2-year-old who demands constant attention. The mountains—with their towering peaks and crisp, cool air—are breathtaking. But for us, they exist more as a distant escape than a feasible weekend plan.
On the other hand, Lake Michigan beckons like a constant friend. Its vast stretches of blue only a short forty-five-minute drive away. Sometimes, I even go on my own with just the kids—escaping into that familiar comfort whenever I need it most.
Pulling into the parking lot, I inhale deeply: the fresh tang of lake water mingling with sunscreen and the earthy aroma of pine trees bordering the beach parks. The warm sand cushions my feet as the kids sprint ahead, their laughter weaving through the calls of distant seagulls. I spread our picnic blanket on the sand near the shore. Then I watch my husband lean back, eyes closed, a rare and peaceful smile crossing his face. In that moment, I see what this place really means to us—it’s not about grandeur, but about ease and presence.
No elaborate packing lists, no complaints about long drives or restless children. We dive into the spontaneous joy of splashing in waters that are crisp but inviting. We build sandcastles topped with shells, and simply soaking in uninterrupted family time.
Choosing between beach and mountains might sound like deciding between two types of beauty. For me, it’s about the heartbeat of everyday life. The shore is tangible and near—a source of small adventures and lasting memories without the stress of far-flung travel. The mountains will always be there, a majestic possibility for the future. But for now, the beach is where we belong: close enough to visit often, yet vast enough to still feel like a treasured getaway.
What’s your favorite escape — beach or mountains? And how does that choice fit into your life and family? I’d love to hear your thoughts and stories in the comments below!
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