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A colleague suggested a camping spot ninety-minutes away tucked under Ponderosa Pines and surrounded by Mountain Laurel. She promised valley views, and Jim and I felt an escapade was needed. 260 to 87S. Mile Marker 277. Drive through the gate a mile and veer left. Okay, we’ll try it!
We headed up to the high country for glamping and campfire dinner. As we relaxed, we put on George Harrison’s tribute concert from 2002 at London’s Royal Albert Hall. We felt like we were at an outdoor concert. The crisp air combined with a slight breeze whistling through the pines lulled us to sleep. This morning, we hiked along the precipice. This is the Mogollon Rim from the west side. How many times have we driven by this spot thinking we needed to travel 3.5 hours to get there? We halved our time and fell in love with the view and privacy. Not a soul to be found. Which shot do you like best?
Three cheers to my friend at work. What a spot-on suggestion!
In the last two weeks, much has happened in my world. Guess which events are true and which are false:
- An unfit mother discards her daughter.
- A grandmother becomes a mother.
- A mother discovers a mass on her spine.
- A mother to many becomes the mother of a puppy.
- A mother’s book is published.
All of the above statements are true. I have been overwhelmed with the sudden squall that has slapped me in the face. I wish I could say I have seen movies and read books and have the time to blog about them. Instead, for the time being, I will have to enjoy your posts from afar.
I can share a photo of a recent hike in the woods at Flagstaff.