I had just been saying to my daughter last week how I've always wanted to go a cabin in the mountains or woods for a fall weekend. Sitting by the fire, reading. Taking walks. Writing. Just being. There just seemed something so quintessentially comforting and relaxing about it. Not that we couldn't be at home and do the same things; but at a cabin there wouldn't be the temptation of going to the gym or yoga or a movie or watching some television.
This weekend, we are having the opportunity to fulfill my long-held desire. Mark needed some recovery time from his outpatient surgery, so we decided to drive to Colorado to visit friends and family. Our first stop was the cabin outside Steamboat Springs that belongs to the family of a friend of ours from Salt Lake. It so happened that he and friend of his had previously decided to head up the same weekend to close the cabin for the winter.
We arrived in late afternoon, and as we enjoyed cocktail hour, we saw some elk saunter across the meadow pictured in the lead photo. The setting sun set the tops of the trees on fire and tinged the clouds above. That evening, we listened as Mike and his friend Rich jammed, Mike on his banjo and providing vocals with Rich on his guitar. It was a fun evening topped off with pecan pie.
I slept soundly and awoke to dawn creeping over mountain tops, trees and meadows. This was the scene from the balcony off our room:
We enjoyed doing those things that morning that I had dreamed of. I wrote and read while Mark painted. He is actually a talented artist, though he hadn't in the past had the time or the desire to devote time and attention to developing his talent. Now that he is fully retired, he has picked up the brush in earnest. This is a little watercolor he did that morning as he sat looking out the window.
From Steamboat, we headed a few hours south to Fraser where Mark's brother and his family - Tim, Marie and Sophie - live. This was the scene that greeted us as we stepped out onto their deck.
It is now Sunday afternoon. We have been having snow flurries off and on throughout the day. I took these pictures this morning just outside Tim and Marie's home.
Right now, I'm sitting by the fire in Tim and Marie's living room, looking out the window and watching it lightly snow. Marie is upstairs, Sophia is in her room during homework. Mark is in the other room painting while his brother works on his computer. The dogs are scattered about. I take a deep breath, breathing in the now, loving life.