Come Hell Or High Water, This Summer I Will…
How do we forget something that gives us so much pleasure and peace of mind?
Our summer memories: water…sun…mountains…family. How do they fade away so far that we forget them? During a very busy time last summer, I grabbed Erin from the jaws of chaos and dragged her into the Uinta Mountains to our favorite camping spot. We set up camp, got dinner going and lit the fire, as the sun waned into the tree tops and the birds found their roosts for the night.
We watched the fire, had dinner, and talked of our history in this pristine place. The stars came out–as if to impress–and they did. So many and so bright–we’d forgotten their gloriousness. We looked at each other in the firelight and had the same thought.
Where have we been?
What was better than this? We couldn’t come up an answer as the pine smoke from the fire rose up into the sky, where stars looked like diamonds scattered across the blackest velvet.
It starts with one weekend that you don’t do “the” thing you love, that turns into another, then another, and then…a year! Your fishing equipment becomes decor on the garage wall. Camping equipment, buried in a corner. Dust covers the bikes hung from the rafter.
What the HELL has happened to us? It’s not like Julie from the “Love Boat” is going to break through the door and arrange our life. It’s up to us.
Whatever your passion was, is still there. It might be steeper or colder or hotter or more bumpy than you remember, but it has always been there waiting. New adventures are great–but some of the best are waiting from our past. Tally ho!
