Last night I sat in the banana rocking chair on the edge of a hill in a fragrant Douglas fir stand with a good book and a glass of wine while I watched the sun fall West — it was pure golden heaven.
The air was crisp.
At 8000 feet, the leaves are spinning their autumnal
tones and I feel perpetually romantic deep down in my soul.
After a merry dinner on the edge of a small blaze
we slept with the side door open on Talulah and sometime in the middle of the night,
I woke up to the sound of some species of beastie sniffing and snuffing about the entrance of our rig. I wasn’t afraid because the sniffing and snuffing sounded somewhat delicate and I thought to myself, “It could be nice to have a small silver fox under the blankets with me!“
Later I woke again when a soft rain began to fall all around.
Then, before I knew it, morning had broken
and a new day dawned.
Just another perfect sleepover in Talulah.
We wish you could have come for coffee —
hope your weekend was nifty!
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