This weekend we wandered away from our city and into the mountains. The light was getting scarce as we drove deeper in to their fold but they were no less striking in the dwindling light.
The ocean is always calling me home and sometimes with that yearning I forget the daring beauty of the landscape that lies so near to our west. We see the Rockies marking the horizon from our home but driving into them gives us a truer picture of their grandeur.
Everyone was quite peaceful during the drive, enjoying audio stories, music and buns still warm from the oven. I used the time to knit my short rows…and then tear them out again. I just got myself back to where I had made my mistakes when the light was gone. Accustomed to the longer, summertime road trips we take, the kids thought it was time to tuck in and sleep even though it was only 7 o’clock. We encouraged them to stay awake just a little longer so settling in to sleep in our new rooms would be a little easier.
Once we arrived in our home for the week, they were all full of energy again as they tore around exploring every nook and cranny and launching right into a noisy game of hide and seek.
Today has been a quiet day of getting settled in, splashing in the pool and exploring our new surroundings.
And such beautiful surroundings they are.
We are blessed.
*And lest I make our trip sound too idyllic I should say that it was made so much better by the presence of my lovely sister. She sat in our last available seat passing buns, taking music requests and smoothing out squabbles. If that were not enough, she came to our rescue and indebted herself even further into our affections by catching the, um, result of a poor, sweet carsick boy in his sweatshirt. She’s a keeper.
