speaking of memories - that cabin is full of them. The sounds smells tastes and feel are unforgettable. Glen campbell, ed's satan voice, the rat chaser, sammy words like bacon and murder, and that heavenly river are some of the sounds. All day yesterday I could smell bacon on me. There's also the smell of fire and burned cookies. This time (like many before) I tried to memorize the look of the aspens turning yellow and the large mountain nestling up against us with the moon just peaking above it.
What dear friends I have and what dear memories we've shared in that cabin. I'll always love these last few years of moments spent together in "our" cabin.