Winter in the mountains of Montana can be brutal. It is, in unequal turns, cold, snowy, cloudy, grey and windy. Occasionally, the sun peeks through the clouds and the blue sky sparkles. But these days are rare, and frankly, too few for me. My husband and I learned long ago that the key to surviving winter in Montana is to leave. Some day I’ll leave for months on end but as long as we have kids in school and bills to pay, I content myself with a week (or two if possible) in a sunny, warm locale.
In the past we have gravitated towards Mexico and Hawaii, ensuring sun, warmth and general feelings of contentedness. With the kids getting older now, it has become increasingly difficult to sneak away with them like we used to so this year we set our sights on Clearwater Beach, Florida. Kind of random, I’ll admit, but I had conference there I could attend and it is ranked the number beach in America. I love a good beach so this last quality was hard for me to resist.
This was initially intended to be a family trip but forces of school, extracurricular activities, and economics conspired against us. (Another not so pleasant reality about Montana in the winter is that plane tickets to get anywhere remotely warm cost upwards of $600. Per person. Times four people. Sometimes it’s just too much.) So, much to their dismay, the girls ended up staying home with my mom while my husband and I fled from the dreary weather for five days in the Florida sun.
My husband went down a few days before me to work so I enjoyed the luxury of flying by myself. Even though my girls are exceptional travelers, there is something quite decadent about traveling solo. I literally have no one’s needs to meet except my own. This is a rare occurrence in a mother’s life and I relish every fleeting opportunity to enjoy it.
Traveling to Clearwater Beach involves flying into Tampa then driving approximately 30 minutes across the causeways to the beach. My husband collected me at the airport in the convertible he had rented (it is only possible to rent a convertible without children). After a quick stop for shopping and stocking up on food, we drove out to Clearwater Beach and settled into the hotel. We haven’t traveled as a couple in quite a few years now and I’m telling you, it is pretty easy compared to traveling with children. There is just so much less that has to be done, thought about and negotiated.
We spent our time there enjoying amazing seafood, epic sunsets, relaxing pool time and one ill fated bike ride (to be discussed in the next post). I ran every day, got lots of quality education at my conference and enjoyed an afternoon at the spa. We spent time together as a couple and we spent time apart pursuing our own interests. Our marriage has struggled recently, as marriages are apt to do, and we haven’t spent time together as a couple for a really long time. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had some trepidation about this trip. As it turns out though, we can exist outside our children. We can spend time together and it can go okay. We can even have some fun, and laugh together and enjoy each other’s company. And if we have to fly across the country and find some sunshine in order to start finding ourselves again, I can make my peace with that.