I didn’t know I needed this.
There’s something disarmingly healing about sitting inside a warm stable with a cow who decides, entirely on her own terms, that she likes you. No agenda, no noise — just hay underfoot, soft breathing, and an animal with absolutely no interest in your stress.
She leaned into me. I laughed. Something quietly reset.
Tassajara Hills is the kind of place that reminds you how rarely we actually slow down — and how much we’re missing when we don’t. Highly, highly recommend.