The Cabin
Ann fell in love with these mountains the moment she set eyes on them. "It's a fight," I told her, falling on deaf ears.
It was as if she looked forward to the fights knowing that they would do little to discourage what she already knew. It was that look in her eyes. This was home.
When the sun sets and all is said and done, life up here for Ann and me is about reflections and memories. The who, where, and why you're up here, if you're up here, is for you to understand, but for us, the answers are somewhere between reflections and memories.
Maybe It's that first glimpse of the wildlife or the clarity of the stars. The gift of rain and the very smells and sounds that it brings.
Reflections can catch you in the middle of a hard day's work or make you freeze while taking in a view.
They can find and soothe you when you are sitting in front of a warm fireplace, not realizing that you are making another memory that will find you sometime later down the road.
When the memories created give moments of pause to reflect, it is within that pause that those memories are kept alive, and stories can be told. And up here, from the grace of the good Lord, most of those memories are created through the safety and comfort of this beautiful little mountain town.
The Cabin
There are a lot of mule deer that visit us right outside of the front door.
They return with their herd year after year to show off the next generation and to let us know who’s still around from last year.
When the fawns are just learning to walk, we get a perspective unseen by most as the proud momma guides her baby or babies around a familiar path that leads to the front of the cabin.
It's more of an introduction than anything else.
The bucks are never far off watching with approval from a nearby hill as Ann, and I take a seat on the front porch and watch with approval as well.
This is a safe area as they pass by on their way to other places, stay for a while taking shade in the summer, or bed down for the winter.
The comfort that this old log cabin brings extends far beyond the healing warmth of a crackling fireplace as it reaches out to the vast wilderness that lies just beyond the opening of a front door.
With each new sunrise that beams through open windows come a new chance to witness what few will experience and except it with humility and understanding, as the good Lord intended.
This is a good place.
Local News
A lot of people don't know or care, but Colorado's heaviest snowfall of the year happens in March. You wouldn't know that judging from this year's winter, but I wouldn't count the snow out just yet, because believe it or not, April is our second snowiest month of the year.
Nobody is complaining much though because this is what it looked like while we were digging out in March of last year.
Breaking News
I'm adding a "Photo of the Week" feature to bring you closer to home with photos taken either by myself or Ann.
Depending on a mixture of weather, timing, and luck, hopefully, we'll get some wildlife photos during the week. If not, I'll still add a photo and let you know when it was taken along with a little bit of insight.
Photo of the week:
Herd of mule deer taking advantage of the good weather last Saturday. The younger ones are still a bit cautious, while the doe's, who have been by our way before, pay us no mind.
Mule deer are very common throughout the western United States. They are named for their oversized ears that resemble a mule's ears. Compared to its cousin, the white-tailed deer, mule deer are larger in size and have a black-tipped white tail and white patch on the rump. They can be three feet tall at the shoulder and weigh anywhere between 100 and 300 pounds. They have excellent hearing and eyesight that warns them of approaching dangers. - National Park Service, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado
Well, rain, snow, or sunshine, I'll be talking with you again next week as we see what's around the corner.
God Bless.
Thanks for Listening