I bet you are all wondering about the awesome weekend at the cabin in the Cascades!
The hike down to the water's edge with crispy leaves crunching under our feet. Seeing the mountain lion tracks and the bear poop along the creek.
The bonding over wine and hot tub, as Julie, Diane and myself, share stories, memories, jokes and Pinot Grigio.
Gathered around the fire, the three of us in our pajamas, homemade soup warming our tummies as the flames warm our limbs, talking into the wee hours of the night.
Sipping from mugs filled with hot coffee and Bailey's Irish Cream as we lean on the decking watching the sun rise from behind the mountain ridge.
The smell of bacon and forest floor enveloping us as we dance in the kitchen, windows open to the morning breeze.
Yup. I bet you are all wishing you were with us, or, at least, curious about the relaxation qualities of a weekend in the wildness of nature.
Well, so are we!
You see, the people who had rented the lodge last week couldn't leave on Sunday, as planned. Apparently, there was a mix-up in their flights back to Minnesota! They stayed a couple of extra days.
The owners were comping the lodge to me for some photography we had done for them earlier in the year, so, income beats comp, hands down!
But hey, the dream was nice, the anticipation was yummy and the plans are still feasible. Who knows, maybe there will be snow when we finally get up there. In the meantime, we are planning a day trip to the mountains and that, my friends, is a good thing.