I ran away for a few days, to an undisclosed location. Due to WTF Disease, my family had to cancel vacation plans earlier in the summer, and since school starts here next week, this was our last chance for a getaway. I didn't tell y'all I was going, because I feared being unable to go at the last minute, and didn't want to harsh anyone's mellow if I had to come back on here and say, "You know that nice getaway we were planning? Yea, well, I couldn't do it." But I did do it. And it was good. I had 24 straight hours of feeling pretty OK, and for that I am tremendously thankful. The rest of the weekend was a few good hours alternating with a few crappy ones, which is pretty much my standard m.o. these days. BUT, I did have that one really good day with my kid.
We travelled west, through this really cool "notch" cut out of the mountain. You can see all the different layers of rock, which I find fascinating.
When we arrived, this was the view from our window.
Within hours of taking this shot on Friday morning, I was planted firmly in one of the chairs in the foreground, with my Oprah magazine and a strawberry daquiri, gazing past the rock garden to the lake.
(Now you don't feel so sorry for me, do ya?) This is a fun place. There is a pool, a lake, "real" rock climbing nearby (did not partake), a "moving" rock wall at the hotel, fishing, kayaking, canoing, a steam train ride nearby, good hiking, an aviary (aka "bird zoo"), golf, artsy classes (LG and I made mosaic tile trays), a nightly campfire with all the marshmallows you can incinerate . . . fun place. They do have internet access, but no computers, and since I am laptopless, I was incommunicado for a few days. Thanks to my girl, Squirl, for publishing the Sunday Post for me :)
On a hike to the aviary and back, Jif and I were confronted with our advanced age, in the form of apparent hearing loss. We returned on a different path than the one we took to get there, and we came to a point in the path when it appeared to end. Ahead of us were yards of large, uneven rocks. We weren't sure whether to try to cross them or turn back. It did appear that the trail resumed on the other side of the rocks, so we persevered, with some handholding and some verbal encouragement, and no twisted ankles, and we picked up the trail on the other side of the rock hazard.
A few minutes further along, I spotted a fallen tree across the path. It was really nothing at all, but with the rocky adventure fresh in mind, I called out to Jif and LG behind me, jokingly, "Uhoh, there's another obstacle ahead!"
"A popsicle ahead?! Alright! I could use a popsicle!"
"Man, a popsicle sounds good! Great idea, putting a popsicle stand on the trail . . . "
Here's your popsicle:
Just a few minutes later, LG was in the lead, and she called back to us, "Hey, there's some stairs up here!"
And I'm all, "STOP RIGHT THERE! MAKE SOME NOISE! Oh, cheez, the brochure said there could be bears out here! Stay there!!!"
And Jif's all, "No way! There are no bears up there . . . "
Here's your bears:
So while we didn't actually see one of these:
(except for this one in the lodge)
We did see one of these (photo by LG):
And we did have a really nice time. And it's good to be home, too.
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