The Ahlman Cabin

I have not updated this web site since summer of 2008. Much has changed. We spent every summer at the cabin since 2007. This past summer was our last together. Just after we left the cabin on August 5, 2011, I noticed an unusual forgetfulness in my husband Al. He always handled details better than I did. He continued to be more forgetful, fatigued, dizzy, and complained of headache. By Labor Day weekend, the symptoms became very troubling. After a fall from the lower step of our home, Al experienced extreme pain in his lower back, and between the other symptoms and the pain, we knew we needed to make a trip to the emergency room.

And then our lives changed dramatically. As one friend described it, a tsunami hit us. Al suffered a compression fracture in L3, but worst was the discovery of a 4.2 cm mass in his brain. Within a few days, he was given a brain biopsy, and diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme, a fast-moving, terminal brain cancer. Within a couple of weeks, we updated his will, I got power of attorney, we changed the language on our deed to show right of survivorship, I retired from my job teaching high school English, and we made plans to get his chemo and radiation therapy in Denver, Colorado, so Al could return to his beloved Colorado cabin.

He was able to spend a total of 12 more days in the mountains. The first weekend, he was depressed, realizing his dreams and plans for retirement were unlikely to be fulfilled. The followed weekend, he spent some time on the deck, soaking up the sun, seeming to enjoy his time. The last visit he was recovering from brain surgery to removed 90% of the tumor after spending 16 days in the University of Colorado Hospital in Aurora. These were precious days. Though his tumor affected his memory and judgment, he still could soak up the beauty. He didn’t remember that this cabin was his own, that he bought it and remodeled the basement, added a storage shed just this summer. My daughter, who stopped everything to help me care for her dad, and I had to keep reminding him that this was his own place, and each time he was so surprised.

The last morning we spent at the cabin, we awakened very early. He slept in the recliner because he back hurt less, and I walked into the living room to see the most beautiful sunrise I had ever seen in the five summers we lived there. We were both in awe. Al was so moved by the beauty, he was in tears. It was a gift to us both.

We flew to Charlotte, North Carolina, two days later on October 26. On November 19, Al died. Since then I’ve sold our home in Georgia and his truck that he bought to use in Colorado. However, our family is in agreement. We will keep the cabin. Since I’m now on social security, I have to find ways to economize, but this I know. Al left us a marvelous heritage, and we intend to use it and share it so that the place will fulfill Al’s dream to provide a retreat in the beautiful mountain home where others could experience the peace and tranquility and blessing of drawing near to God through his marvelous creation.

We dedicate Al’s Pine Retreat to his memory.

Sunday, July 13

We awakened early and left the cabin at 6 a.m. to attend the 8 a.m. service at Peace Lutheran in Arvada where our nephew Tim and his wife Alexa’s three-week-old Malachi was being baptized. On the way down, we saw two huge bull elk right by the side of the highway as we came south of Kenosha Pass. If they had taken a step or two more, we would have collided. These were BIG.

The baptism was sweet. Pastor Dave officiated, but Tim baptized his son and sang a tribute to him. Afterward, we caravanned to Tim and Alexa’s new home in Lakewood for a delicious brunch. It was time to break the fast! We brought some extra tables and chairs to join the others and ate in the shady back yard. It was good to see Beth’s parents and relatives and also Alexa and Ashley’s family.

Al and I headed back up the mountains after a little shopping for a restful Sunday of reading and enjoying the scenery.

Monday, July 14

Today is our daughter Mary’s 26^th birthday! For the third year we are not with her, but we understand a party is planned at the Taylor Clan household. I left about 10:30 for Denver to rendezvous with Mom’s flight, but first – I had to go back to Tim’s house to collect my purse which I had left behind. Without my ID, I can’t get to Mom’s gate! I was thankful for the GPS (Maggie) which redirected me to the airport by way of Highway 6 east to I-25 North to I-70 East. I stood in line at Frontier and after checking my credentials, the agent printed pass for me. Just as I settled into the gate area, opened my laptop, connected with free wireless and checked my bank account, there she was!! The sweetest little white-haired grandma anyone could imagine. We found luggage with no trouble, and headed out to the truck which I had parked on the top tier because it looked easier to park and depart.

I desperately needed a haircut, so I stopped at Great Clips on Kipling, and Mom decided to get a trim too! It’s Girls Day Out. We shopped for a few items at Target then drove back home. Mom was so amazed and delighted at the beautiful views on the way home and continued to daily celebrate the beauty of our Creator’s world. After settling into the basement bedroom (her choice), we had a light supper and watched the first of Gospel of John.

Tuesday, July 15

Mom awakens with the sun each morning, and Al and I arise about an hour or two later. After scrambled eggs, juice, and toast, Al began cutting down the dead tree that fell during a winter windstorm and damaged the corner of the deck. He used the chain saw, and I gathered the wood and sorted it by size. After filling the front of his tractor, he putzed over to Susie’s house to deliver the firewood for their winter needs. We carried on like that for a couple of hours, stopping occasionally to service the chain saw (gas, oil, grease, air filter). After lunch, Al worked on smoothing the back yard for a future shed, and Mom and I prepared for evening company. Clay and Jenny Copeland (our friend, neighbor, and realtor), joined us for grilled chicken, New Waldorf salad, broccoli salad, and Apple Cheese Wrap-ups. We had a lovely visit. After they left, we finished Gospel of John.

Wednesday, July 16

Leaving about 8:45, we took Tarryall Road to Woodland Park for a brunch with Lois and Fritz. It’s about 60 miles, and takes longer than I thought because 26 miles of CR 77 is damaged and we cannot go more than 40 -45 mph. They provided a lovely breakfast of Sausage Egg casserole, fresh fruit, coffee/tea, and juice. What a lovely home.

When Lois found out were going to shop for baby furniture to accommodate grandchildren when they visit, she invited her neighbor, whose hobby is thrift shopping, to direct us, which she did above and beyond the request. We left with maps, phone numbers, and addresses of four shops in the south part of town. After calling, I found only one that had a crib, so we targeted the Salvation Army store with the GPS. Mom invested in her great-grandchildren by purchasing the frame of a crib, front pack for an infant, and stroller plus some other items for the cabin. Our next stop was Target to get crib sheets and a car seat. Finally, we headed for Wal-Mart to comparison shop for crib mattresses, when we found a second hand store with baby furniture out front, and we came home with a full wooden crib w/ mattress, fold-up playpen, and toddler booster chair that props on a table. Al also picked up some hardware for the crib frame that will be use in the future when more babies arrive.

It was about 5 p.m., and Al chose to take us to Red Lobster. What a great meal! No one can improve on their cheese biscuits, and my broiled fish was amazing. We shared meals and all were satisfied, heading home in the early evening shower.

Mom and I took apart the washable parts of the baby items for washing, and planned to attack the rest the next day.

Thursday, July 17

While Al worked on projects, I bleached all the baby furniture in the bright, hot sun. After rinsing and letting it dry, we brought it in and put back all the carriers, seats, and others laundered parts. The only piece that wouldn’t work was the crib which was too wide for the doorway.

Mom and I prepared the house and meal for the afternoon arrival of mom’s sister Barbara and her husband Bruce from Gypsum. They came about 3:30 in the afternoon and after admiring the view we promised them, they unloaded and settled into the upstairs guest room. Bruce showed us a DVD called Passing Hearts, a short film of a heart transplant, followed by a Christian cardiologist who made the parallel of the physical with the spiritual transplant which takes place at salvation. Barb gave Mom and me baskets of gifts, and they gave us each a copy of the DVD. I hope to show it in chapel at school. She also brought gifts from Costco: two kinds of cherries (my favorite summer fruit!), scones, Almond cookies (a nod to our last name), and wonderful licorice! We shared a meal of Al’s famous grilled chicken with grilled veggies and Marie Calendar’s Razzleberry Pie. Yum!

I had challenged Uncle Bruce and Aunt Barbara to a Scrabble game, so after dinner, we cleared the table and brought out the board. I have fond memories of Bruce and my grandmother Ersa Walker, played competitive games of Scrabble in the dining room of her country home in Maize, Kansas, and I’ve never forgotten the night she scored two triple word tiles and made over 100 to win the game! Surprisingly, I won the game with a triple-word “pointer” that used up all my 7 tiles to win the game with a bonus of 50. Uncle Bruce handled his defeat very graciously. We’ll have to try again next summer.

Friday, July 18

Al and Bruce left after early breakfast to go fishing, one of Bruce’s favorite pastimes (next to hunting elk, deer, bear, or mountain lion – he has a license for all!). We girls spent some lovely deck time with our Bibles in the pristine beauty of the High Country morning. Neighbor Susie came over (she was gone for several weeks) and visited a bit, and the boys came home with seven trout! They fished below the waterfall at Tarryall Reservoir in the creek with Bruce’s spinner. Bruce decided he and Barbara would stay another day because he was enjoying the fishing and wanted to extend his brief vacation. After enjoying the grilled trout for lunch, we took naps. The boys went back out around 4 p.m., and Mom and her sister poured over my mother’s collection of old family photos while I worked on AP English plans and PowerPoints.

I took Aunt Barb to Tarryall in the Jeep because Bruce wanted her to see the area. We spent about 1 ½ hours, walking through the tall brush along the creek to see the guys, or strolling around the rocks and hills. As we sat on a rock, a creature came out of his hold that I dubbed a ferret, but it wasn’t. I looked it up later, and it was a weasel wearing his summer attire. He darted back and forth to his domicile twice, and then popped his head up to look around and check us out. He must be used to company. On our drive back to the cabin, we surprised a large bunny with long ears. He turned out to be a white-tailed jackrabbit, about two feet long with about 8-inch ears. In the meantime, Mom started supper.

The guys arrived around 8 p.m., tired but with three more trout which we froze. We sat down to Sloppy Joes, chips, fruit, and cookies, and wound down the day.

Saturday, July 19

We shared breakfast of Honey Wheat waffles, scrambled eggs, and fruit, then Bruce and Barb packed up belongings and two pups in kennels, and left with many good wishes, thanks, hugs, and goodbyes (until next year). We then passed a quiet, low-key day. Al worked with the earth until he was satisfied he had done what he could. Unfortunately, he can’t get the tractor to turn the corner from either side of the property to work under the deck, so that project must wait.

So ends another lovely week at our Mountain Sanctuary.

This week as I was alone here, I started out feeling strange and ended in great contentment. Since we didn’t arrive home until later Saturday night, we didn’t attend Grace Church which has its services every Sat. eve. I got up with Al and bid him goodbye at 3:30, then slept some more. I decided to visit a church in Fairplay whose sign I had seen. I did so, but I much prefer the sweet little congregation of Jefferson where the folks are humble and genuine, and the Word is preached. We had a pretty good thunderstorm, and lost power for over an hour. I was praying it would be restored. I hated the idea of losing the food in the fridge and freezer, much less being without so many of the benefits of electricity, and the prayer was answered. I read I Kings for awhile, then watched the film The Queen which I checked out from the Fairplay library. It was very good. During that time, I took out the sketch pad and pencils Joanna sent me, sharpened the flat pencil with a knife, and began drawing. I abandoned art so long ago, and it is enjoyable to pick it up again.

On Monday, I awakened to gray skies and steady rain, which this area needs desperately. At the fire station about four miles away, the fire danger is posted as “Extreme.” Al had asked me to go to Jonah’s and get his elk-hunting license, but Jonah had given Al the wrong date and will make sure we have a good chance on the prescribed day in August. I ventured on to Fairplay where I bought some alarm clocks for the basement bedrooms at the new TruValue store. I picked up a few items at Prather’s Market, then checked email during my allotted half hour at the library and checked out three videos. I also returned the external modem whose software was not compatible with Windows XP; instead, I exchanged it for a new keyboard and mouse.

It was time to pot the flowers I purchased on Saturday. Taking a shovel and bucket, I dug both gravel and dirt from the side of the driveway where Al said the good soil can be found, and built up the level of earth for the large black pots. I have lantana, geraniums, and some purple and yellow blossoms I can’t remember the names of. I must water them each day because it is so dry here. Both the hummingbirds and the chipmunks like my flowers!

I put on a pot of beef stew to simmer and started the laundry. Then I sat down for hours to catch up on computer work. There is a Monday Bible study in Lost Park which I was looking forward to attending, but I got a call late in the afternoon that it was cancelled, so I watched a couple of movies instead – As Good as It Gets, and The Bishop’s Wife (classic with Loretta Young and Cary Grant),  and practiced sketching again. I stayed up late updating this web site.

Tuesday, July 8

More computer work. I called Frontier, which took awhile to get the right person and department, and inquired about meeting my mother at the gate at Denver International Airport, and I was assured that I could do so. While checking Facebook, I was in for a wonderful surprise. One of my college friends had found me, and lives only one hour from here in Woodland Park!!! We had not seen each other for over 25 years, and made an appointment for this Friday, the 11th. What a delight!

More puttering. I’m putting off working on school stuff, but I have laid it out on the kitchen table to warm up my will to work. I’ve confessed to my English classes that although I highly recommend Jane Austen, I’ve never actually read one of her works, so I’m starting Sense and Sensibility this summer.

Wednesday, July 9

The pastor preached about the benefits of fasting a couple of weeks ago. While I have excercised this discipline in the past, it has been awhile. Since my children are all facing challenges of various kinds, and I have no one to feed, I’ve decided (with God’s help) to fast and pray and read the Word more this week. There is another Bible Study tonight, and I know they serve refreshments, so I will fast breakfast and lunch. I realized that daughter Mary’s birthday is coming soon, and if I want to send her something, I must mail it today! So I made a spontaneous trip to Fairplay and looked around Front Street in the little shops, finally settling on some random items at the Chocolate Mousse. I called my sister-in-law about their upcoming plans to visit us, and she recommended that I mail the package to her house because they are throwing a birthday bash for Mary on Monday. What a joy that is to me! It is the third year Mary has not been with us on her special day. Bless them! So I bought a little box and roll of packing tape; I had a marker in my purse and mailed it off.

On my way to Fairplay, I plugged in the address of the Bible study on the GPS and practiced the route. I drove one way there and a different way back. Later, when I actually attended, I tried a third way. As night came on and the group prepared to leave, I asked our friend and realtor if I could follow them home since they live just a few houses from us. I was really glad I did! It would have been hard to find at night. He even drove me right to my driveway to make sure I arrived safely. Bless him!

Thursday, July 10

Today my grandson Devric is six months old. How quickly he is growing. I miss seeing him and his parents, and one reason I continue the fast it that I want to pray for all our children this week. Last summer I wanted to be like Mary of Bethany, sitting at Jesus’ feet and listening to him in reading and memorizing the Word. The second time she was found at Jesus’ feet in Scripture is when she was beseeching Jesus after her brother Lazarus died. I think this summer is about beseeching God for the needs of my family, and any others who come to mind, plus letting God sift and sort out my own soul..

I spent two hours in the Word, ending with II Kings. I never had this reaction before, but I began weeping at the end because the nation of Israel had begun so gloriously and ended so ignominiously as Babylon tore down and destroyed Solomon’s temple and deported the Israelites to captivity in Babylon. How tragic. It begs the question – what about our nation? We too have embraced idols and practiced wickedness. If God did not spare his chosen people, what about us who are “grafted into” his family? God help us. Have mercy.

Finally, I was ready to attack the school work, and it wasn’t bad at all; in fact, I became inspired to create some PowerPoints for AP English lessons. Al and I bought a small printer, so I was able to print some handouts as well. I’ve only just begun, but starting is my hardest part. There will be more to come.

Friday, July 11

Today my friends are coming! I’m so excited, and I must clean! In fact, I spent about three hours deep cleaning – vacuuming, dusting, extra laundry, cleaning the kitchen until it shines. They arrived about 3:30 p.m. and we spent a lovely several hours enjoying the view and catching up on each other’s lives and families. We plan to visit them too, hopefully next week when Al returns. I began watching The Gospel of John on DVD.

Saturday, July 12

I awakened early, about 6:30 a.m. I’m still fasting. I just fixed my cup of tea, and sat on the sofa with the Word. Today I read I Corinthians. The more I read, the softer my heart becomes, and the clearer God’s Word is. It reminds me of a soft, soaking rain that softens the earth to receive the seed. How easily the busyness of life and the distractions of entertainment begin to harden and dry out the soul!

I’m far enough into the fast that food is losing its appeal and I feel no hunger. It occured to me that I have food that might spoil, and something should be done, so I went on a cooking jag! What started out to be a dish or two ended up becoming the following: Sliced strawberries with sugar for a shortcake dessert; New Waldorf Salad; Apple Cheese Wraps; Mexican Stuffed Peppers (two of them); Beefy Tomatoes (also stuffed – 6 of them); Broccoli Slaw, and Spaghetti Sauce with Meat, plus Cinnamon Peach Crumble. WOW!

Al called that he arrived at DIA about 2 p.m. and I gave him a short shopping list; He finished and estimated that he would arrive around 6 p.m., so I freshened up both house and self, and decided to walk out to meet him; I needed the exercise anyhow. Sure enough, right on time, his red Ford 250 came chugging down Chief Trail, and I waved him down for a ride home. It is lovely to have him back.! We cleaned up quickly and arrived at Grace Church about 15 min. late. I enjoy worshipping there. Tomorrow we must be up early for the 8 a.m. service at Peace Lutheran in Arvada for nephew Tim’s baby’s baptism. So endeth another week in our Mountain Sanctuary!

Let’s consider chipmunks. Aren’t they cute with their large eyes, tiny paws, and quick scurrying pace? But – they are also pesky. Over the winter, they worked inside the cover to the grill, and chewed up the soft white lining to make nests, I suppose. I’ll grant them that – the winter was tough, and I’m sure they needed the extra insulation.

I put out a bird feeder this summer. A few birds have used it, but the chipmunks have gotten the most benefit. Two tables were propped against the wall, and they were jumping up to eat at least half of the seeds, so I moved it to a less accessible location at the front of the house close to the door. Yesterday, Chip climbed up the screen several times to see if he could get the seed. Now he just has to wait for a bird to be messy, and he is quick to nibble on the crumbs.

We can’t leave any food outside. Last summer, one of the chipmunks found a bowl of cherries I had left by my chair and had a treat.

But what is bothering me the most is that I have potted some beautiful mountain flowers. Already, they have eaten two of the sweet potato vines, and I’ve caught a ‘munk in the pot feasting on blossoms.

Daughter Beth suggested using a spray bottle of water. It works on her cat. The problem is I’m not quick enough. It’s just a good thing God gave them those big eyes, or I would be inclined to use something heavier than a water bottle.

Monday, June 21

Back home, our kids were making and devouring Krusteaz whole wheat pancakes, and we surreptitiously put candles in the brownies and broke out in the Happy Birthday song in deliberate off-key harmony, followed by a crushing group hug. We haven’t been with Mary for her birthday in two years, and this year will make three. Wool socks, a teddy bear puppet, and a 1982 card with news of the year were a small token, but she is precious to us all.

Now we brainstormed the logistics of getting six people to the airport with a sick truck and one Jeep. After checking his agenda, Al was shocked to realize he was scheduled to leave today about the same time as Mary – around 6 p.m. He was shaken because he was leaving us with the truck problem. We finally decided to deal with the truck repair after Al returned in a week, and will just pray it makes it down to the airport on Tuesday. After a last walk with siblings in the 50 degree windy, cloudy day, Mary, Al, and I loaded up the Jeep to drive the two hours to DIA. After dropping them at the curb with hugs and kisses, I stopped at the Conoco on Pena Blvd. even though the price was so high. I was on empty. In Colorado, unleaded regular is 85 octane and unleaded plus is 87, which the Jeep requires. After the shock of paying $71.00 for 16 gallons, I found an out-of-the way parking spot, used the facilities and got a cup of hot tea, then sat in the Jeep to make a few phone calls before leaving. That was good timing, because Al called to say his instincts had been correct, not his agenda. He wasn’t booked to fly out until the next day! It would have cost $200 for him to change to today – so I swung around and picked him up, and we arrived back at the cabin around 9 p.m. After a game of Pitch with Beth and Joy, we all crashed.

Tuesday, June 22

I was up at 4:10 a.m. to set out breakfast so Josh and Jo could grab something to sustain them as they took the Jeep to the airport for Josh’s 8 a.m. flight home. More hugs, and off they went. She called later to tell us the Jeep was parked in Level 4, East G. I caught some winks in my clothes, then got up and prepared the second shift for breakfast. We packed individual sack lunches and loaded the luggage and the 12 bags of trash in the truck (we have to pack out all of it). It was 8:15 a.m. as we were driving out Stagestop Road, and that made Al nervous because the earliest flights were about 11:26, and they needed to be there an hour early. We prayed over the truck again, and then Al told everyone to get ready for a speedy trip down.

We had to gas up and take a BR break in Bailey, and then we were back on the road. When we got to Dave’s church where he has invited us to use their dumpsters, our back right brake pads were smoking. We realized that the families were filming in the church, but we didn’t have time to visit. Even so, Lindsay walked out with those who took another bathroom break, and we were off again …

We made good time along I-70 West. Joy called Jo to tell us we were coming. I dropped Joy, Beth, and Paul at the airport with more hugs and kisses. Then Al took me into the parking garage and we hunted for the Jeep. It wasn’t in the area where he could maneuver the big truck, so I had to get out and cross a gate to look farther in, and there it was! Al left for the RTD parking lot closer to I-70 (about 8 miles back), I paid for the parking, and followed. I found him easily, and we unloaded the stuff from the truck into the Jeep, then I made the circuit again and left Al at the curb. His flight wasn’t until evening, but he realized he had to do testing north of Atlanta the next morning, and would have a very late night. Joy offered him her car parked at the Atlanta airport and left him her ticket. Since Josh had a connecting flight in Dallas, he was able to meet Jo and Joy and take them home in his truck. Complex!! Al wasn’t able to get on any earlier flights, so he indeed had a late night. He only got a few hours sleep, but he was able to sleep in his own bed, pick up his testing equipment, and drive to his appointments the next morning.

After dropping off everyone, it was just me. Alone – so strange after all the humanity around me for many weeks between wedding in Georgia and reunion in Colorado. After a prayer, I stopped at Kipling to get gas again, buy a few items at Target, then decided to go back to the church to see the Ahlmans. I had given my lunch away, but I had an apple and a Dr. Pepper in the Jeep. After a short visit, I headed back up the mountain. I decided to do a little exploring by stopping at a couple of places that had piqued my curiosity. I took the Conifer Parkway exit and found an amazing new Safeway. After applying for a Safeway card, I splurged on a bamboo cutting board, a tea bag squeezer, and some shampoo. I also stopped at Kelly Automotive per Al’s request to check on a tractor tire that needed inflating. Right next door was a coffee hut, so I stopped and met a sunny-faced, apple-cheeked blonde named Alyssa. She brewed me a cup of tea and in chatting, we realized we both love reading the Bible.

Then – back to the empty cabin at sunset. After eating a fabulous leftover Taco Salad meal (I was soooo hungry!), I set out to clean house. I began the loads of laundry – all the sheets and towels plus personals. About 9:30 I stopped, took a call from Mary, and went to bed.

Wednesday, June 22

I slept until 9:15!! My hairdo looked like outer space, so I just put on my cap, kept my night shirt, pulled on some slacks and socks, brewed tea, warmed up scrambled egg with a piece of toast, and steadily went to work on the house. I continued laundry, scrubbed bathrooms, dusted, vacuumed, made beds with the clean linens, and so forth. During lunch, I put on Manchurian Candidate with Denzel Washington (I bought it at Target) then finished it as I cleaned downstairs.

Finally after the last load of laundry (nine total), I took a lovely, hot shower and made another Taco Salad. The sunset promised to be gorgeous, so I put food on a tray, turned the rocker to face the west, picked up a book I had brought with me, and prepared Al’s digital camera. I alternated munching, reading, and snapping shots outside – about 15 in all. I stayed up late reading until I fell asleep over the book, then climbed into the soft and snug bed and drifted away.

Wednesday through Friday

I was up at 6:30 a.m. and brought my breakfast tray back to bed and finished the book. What decadence! I stripped my own sheets to wash, and found Al’s missing file of important papers which we had been looking for and praying about for over a week, and wrote down all these events.

The next few days blended together. With no neighbor next door (Susie flew with Mark to be with him in California for his job), I began to slow down, read, watch some movies. I watched the Matthew series to bring my spirit back into meditation mode after being in top gear for weeks. I told myself to take walks, but I only managed a few. I watched sunsets every evening, took a trip into Fairplay to get some videos, mail letters, and do a little shopping, but as the week came to an end, I was getting fidgety for enough to do. I didn’t want to start schoolwork yet. I wanted to give myself until the end of the month at least and wind down and relax.

Saturday, June 28

I packed up some leftovers that still had life in them, and drove the two miles to the Indian Mountain Recreation Area for the annual picnic. Though I knew no one, I was ready to see people again. I visited with a few families, then went back home to ready the place for company again. Mary and Dave Ochs were scheduled to pick up Al at the airport in the evening, so I decided to bake some chocolate chip/cappuccino chip cookies. Al’s flight was delayed by weather, so they didn’t arrive until around midnight. What a welcome sight! Dave and Mary are so easy to be with, and it’s wonderful to have my husband back. This will be a wonderful week!

Friday afternoon, June 19, 2008

As soon as I had placed the welcome kit in the rooms, the first of the family arrived – Denny and Sherry from Wisconsin. After sharing hugs and greetings, I made a quick trip to the market for some cookie supplies. The girls at the cabin were making Beth’s famous chocolate chip cookies, but were missing the right kind of chips – it MUST be semi-sweet. I snagged Sherry and we drove to the cabin – about 18 miles. She got the tour, we dropped off the goods and returned in time to greet Dave, Beth, and Josiah from Denver, Uncle Don and Aunt Lil with son Craig and wife Chris from Minnesota, and finally Al’s brother Maury and wife Pam, their daughter Lindsay and husband Geoffrey from Arizona. We were surprised and thrilled to see Lindsay’s enlarged tummy with a baby to be born in October! The Hand Hotel gave us the breakfast room as a meeting area, so we made ourselves at home and enjoyed snacks and drinks laid out by the hotel. They were so very warm and accommodating, making us all feel at home away from home.

Since our truck was not yet back from Denver (Jo and Josh picking it up), we had to shuttle everyone in the Jeep. Paul took Sherry and I back to Fairplay, and then returned for Beth, Joy, and Mary. We all met up at the Pizza Hut for dinner. It was a long wait, but worth it when the steaming, crisp, and spicy pizzas began coming out.

After dinner, we gathered in the meeting area, and the reunion officially began with a greeting from Al and a discussion of the itinerary from me. We quickly disregarded horseback riding, and decided that the Minnesota delegation would shop in Breckenridge and the rest would fish or hike at Jefferson Lake on Saturday. With a prayer for God’s blessing on our reunion, we began the formal part of the evening. Uncle Don gave a precious speech beginning with a brief family history and amusing and interesting stories about each of the four brothers – Denny, Al, Maury, and Dave. Emotional at times, he ended with the verse from Jeremiah 29:11, 12, encouraging each one to trust God’s plan for a “future and a hope.” We had a lovely time of reacquainting, and just about the time we were ending, Jo and Josh arrived about 9 p.m. for another round of hugging, meeting, and greeting. Everyone seemed to enjoy the welcome kit, and we parted for the evening. With truck and Jeep, we had room for our gang to return home.

Paul wondered what the starry sky would look like with all the cabin lights out, so we experimented, wrapped in jackets and assorted blankets, prepared hot drinks, and soaked up the wonder of the full moon and amazing display in the nighttime heavenlies. Soft music played in the background, and we just never did turn the lights back on, soaking up the beauty and silence. One by one, people drifted off to bed.

Saturday, June 20.

We breakfasted and dressed at various degrees of speed, meeting at Jonah’s in Jefferson to sign up for fishing licenses. Jo, Josh, and I came last in the Jeep, and Jonah gave the guys in our family small flashlights that looked like lures, and gave the girls a choice of gold-covered aspen jewelry. What a surprise and a treat!

The snow drifts at Jefferson Lake were amazing! The youngsters played and slid and threw a few snowballs just because they could. I found three picnic tables together in a lovely spot beside the largest snow hill, and we set up our station. Some fished, and some hiked around a portion of the lake and back. The successful part of fishing was not the catching of fish; in fact, lines were caught on rocks, and some poles even broke. Beth caught the big one, but – yes – it got away, and only its legend remains.

We gathered for picnic lunch on this perfectly sunny and warm/cool day – so refreshing for those in hot regions. Lunch was deli meats of ham, turkey, beef, whole wheat bread, hummus, pita chips, individual packets of Lay’s chips, carrots, cheese, apples, candy bars, and assorted beverages.

We split up for the afternoon – some to rest, some for scenic drives. Our group headed back home to wash up and prepare for the evening dinner at 6 p.m. Al took the truck next door to borrow deck chairs and a couple of tables for picnics on the deck, and as he idled (we later realized), the same fuse (#19) blew again. Fortunately, Al bought extras and deftly replaced the fuse. However, this made the truck undependable.

Uncle Don thought they were traveling to the end of the earth as they navigated the washboardy dirt/gravel/rocky five miles back to the cabin site for dinner. As many marveled at the amazing view of the continental divide to the west, Kenosha Mountains to the north, and Pike National Forest to the east, Al grilled his famous chicken marinated in lemon/garlic drippings. The menu included neighbor Susie’s authentic German cold potato salad and strawberry/pudding/shortcake dessert. Side dishes included baked beans, mashed potato, gourmet crusty breads, extra virgin olive oil and 17-year-old aged balsamic vinegar and brie cheese provided by Sherry. Coffee and homemade, chewy cookies sealed the meal.

After dinner, the Pitch tournament began, monitored by commissioner Dave who set up the bracket on a poster in the kitchen. After games, it was time to wind down, especially for those acclimating to the Altitude (we blame every problem on that!). It was a wonderful day.

Sunday, June 21.

I woke up early to make Triple Chocolate Brownies – two large pans for lunch, and a double recipe of Mexican Layer Dip to chill for dinner.

About 9:30, family began arriving after having breakfast at Hand Hotel. Dave shared with Uncle Don and his family the story of their adoption, the premise for the film he is making. Mary and Pam’s son-in-law from Portland, Oregon, is the filmmaker, and he and Sarah and son Fuller were too involved to join us, but hearing the story was very moving.

We set out chairs, and all 19 of us gathered for our church service led by Pastor Dave. He preached on Jesus, the Light of the World, and His people as light bearers. Whether or not we are aware, our very existence carries light as we go about our daily lives. As an example, Dave told a story of sitting with his neighbor for a number of hours, just sharing stories and talking sports, drinking a beer together. Shortly after, that man and his family visited Dave’s church, and ultimately came to faith and joined the church. It was a powerful example of the reality. We ended by singing the Doxology (Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow).

Though we had suggested activities in the area, no one wanted to leave. The day was full of groups mingling and moving and constantly sharing – on the deck, in the basement, in the living room, and in the kitchen. Al took Craig on what turned out to be a hair-raising Jeep ride in Pike National Forest. He didn’t think he needed a map or GPS, but for awhile, they were lost! Thankfully, Craig considered it the highlight of his weekend, so Al felt vindicated, but determined to include GPS next time.

Dinner: Grilled hamburger and hot dogs, chilled four-bean salad, leftover baked beans, potato salad, and brownies. Afterward, Pam and Lindsay brought out a sewing project. They designed a cap for promoting the film. The women began gathering around the long table and joined in a spontaneous sewing bee. We stitched tags on the front of the caps. Maury also brought T-shirts and soft fabric backpacks with the Together for Good logo. I bought two shirts, a cap, and two bags – one for me, one for Amy who could not come to the reunion because she started a new job. Uncle Don brought out old family photos which many had never seen, inviting the brothers to keep the ones they wanted. The four brothers also managed to squeeze themselves into the Jeep for a trek into the forest.

The fellowship went one and on, with constant conversation, laughter, and bonding. Uncle Don and Aunt Lil announced that they would like to host the next reunion in 2010 in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Supper was Taco Salad fixings, the Layered Dip, and multi-grain tortilla chips, with strawberries and cool whip on angel food cake. Afterward the connections continued – someone was always on the deck, wrapped in blankets, soaking up the cool beauty of the panorama.

We were blessed with a fabulous sunset – a brilliant glory of sun through darker clouds against the silhouette of the mountain range. Definitely a Kodak moment.

Monday, June 21

Al and I left the house early to join the family at Hand Hotel for a delicious breakfast of cheese-filled omelets, biscuits and gravy, fresh fruit, juice, and coffee or tea (my preference). All enjoyed the views, the historically themed rooms, the gracious hosts at the Hand Hotel. We spent a couple of hours, lingering over our cups and resisting the inevitable goodbyes.

So many prayers were answered in hosting this reunion. It was a challenge to come so far and be up so high (altitude at our house is 9, 659 feet above sea level), but it was blessed and rich.

“How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard… it is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore.” Psalm 133

Reunion Collage

Al and I set out on Friday, June 6, in our Jeep Rubicon to trek the 1600 miles to our mountain home. We stayed the first night in Comfort Inn & Suites in Nashville to avoid a great thunderstorm. We enjoyed the hot breakfast Sat. morn, then on to Lawrence for the night. A few games of Pitch, a quick visit with Mom Taylor, and up to leave at 6 a.m. for Denver. Driving the Jeep was an experience. With no cruise control, it was tiring, especially for Al. When we arrived in Denver, we met the mechanic recommended by Dave Ahlman. He did a diagnostic, and no transmission problems showed up, for which we were very thankful. We visited Dave and Beth for dinner, then shopped for groceries and headed up at sunset to our sanctuary on Indian Mountain.

Monday – After breakfast, we set out to do projects. Our neighbor Susie and I went to Fairplay where we took turns doing errands: post office, grocery, August West for dial-up service. In the meantime, Al set out to re-stain the deck. When we returned, we found that the wind had picked up and the stain sprayed not only the deck, but Al, the car, and the picture windows! Al applied paint thinner to remove the stain, leaving him with a very red and irritated face.

Tuesday – Al and I drove to Sofa Mart in Denver and spent 2 ½ hours shopping for living room furniture. On the way, we left the Jeep at Kelly’s in Pine Junction to have the tires changed out. After much consultation, we chose two sofas in EuroSuede, two end tables, coffee table, sofa table, and a big rocker in the same style as the one in our living room in Georgia, to be picked up Thursday. We shopped at Home Depot, Target, and Office Depot, then scraped stain droplets from the truck windows until Mary called that she had landed at the airport. She caught a shuttle at 5 a.m. in Columbus, flew two connecting flights with a layover in K.C., and arrived about 2 p.m. We then drove to the Furniture Row warehouse on Bannock and picked up our order, then to Wendy’s for a hamburger to sustain Mary.

We received notice from Joy and Joanna that they were having trouble finding parking in Atlanta. In spite of finally finding a place and getting a shuttle ride to the airport, they missed the flight by 5 minutes. They missed the first standby, and had to try again. Prayers were answered when they were the last passengers on the evening flight due at 10:45 p.m. We invited ourselves to Dave and Beth’s. Josiah came running out and yelled “Miriam! I’m still Luke Skywalker!” Josiah loves Mary. Her lotion had exploded in her suitcase, so we washed her clothes while she crashed in the basement bedroom. Dave’s church has begun filming Together for Good, the movie about their adoption of Josiah. They are using their home as location for the family – lots of work. We watched a Rockies game, then left to rendezvous with Jo and Joy. They tried to find their luggage which had arrived earlier in the afternoon, but it was locked in the Air Tran office with no clerk. Finally, we counseled them to just leave and get their belongings the next day when picking up the next crew, so we got them about 11:30 p.m. We stopped for water, bathroom visits, scratched for snacks, and arrived at the cabin about 2 a.m. (4 a.m. Georgia time).

Thursday – after considering options, Al, Joy, and Joanna took the truck to Denver. They were going to drop Al off to get the Jeep, but at Roberts Tunnel on 285, there was a terrible head-on collision, killing the two women drivers, and critically injuring the passengers. The northbound car passed on a curve. We praise God that our family was spared. They were stuck on the road for three hours. Al finally got the Jeep, but was delayed another hour because of traffic back-up. Jo and Joy met Josh (who had waited three hours at the airport), They shopped at Sam’s for fresh food, then waited to get Beth and Paul, due about 9:30 p.m.

As Al was falling asleep, we received a call from Josh. After idling about 20 minutes, he pushed on the gas pedal, and it didn’t respond. The gauges all died, and there was no power. I called to see if we could use neighbor Susie’s truck to help us pick up five people, luggage, and food. However, she was the only one insured on it. Thankfully, the truck was close to the passenger pick-up area, so Josh got a tow truck and rented an SUV to bring everyone up; they arrived about 3 a.m., had cups of hot chocolate, and finally collapsed in bed.

During the dramatic events of the day, Mary and I prepared the house – cleaning, organizing. Mary and Al put together the tables, but the sofas were too heavy. Mary installed my new printer, and helped me make welcome cards to put into the rooms at Hand Hotel before the guests arrive tomorrow afternoon.

Friday – the Reunion begins!
After breakfast of scrambled eggs with bacon & cheese, toast, fruit and coffee, the crew took the old green sofa downstairs, then we all went down the hill to bring up the new sofas from the trailer, and we arranged the new living area. It looks wonderful! Jo and Josh took the rental car back to the airport because the dealership said the truck was fixed – an electrical fuse #19. They also picked up the truck. In the meantime, I made bags of gum, mints, chocolate, and flavor packets. Al and I freshened up, then took the Jeep to Fairplay to meet the family members coming in. I put water bottles, the greeting card, and the bags in the rooms just in time.

Week Six

What a delightful week this has been with my brother Paul and his wife Barb Taylor who arrived in the early afternoon Monday the 2^nd of July. As not only relatives, but dear friends, we enjoyed our time together immensely (as we have all our visitors, actually!) They are both in ministry; as a result, they are overworked and in constant demand. Our prayer was that they would be completely refreshed and blessed during their sojourn.

Monday we just stayed at the homestead, soaking up the scenery and piney scents. Al grilled steaks for dinner which we served with baked potato and salad. We lost no time beginning our Pitch tournament for the week. At the end of the day, the men had won one, the women one. The dry wall crew came and finished the project in the basement, so that gave us an excuse to just hang out and let it dry.

Tuesday breakfast was scrambled eggs and Grandma’s famous cinnamon rolls with orange juice and tea or coffee. We soaked up the sun on the deck and read our Bibles. After lunch we toured the Indian Mountain recreation facilities. Loaded with backpacks of water, cameras, binoculars, and jackets, we took the longest hike up the Deer Trail which becomes Eagle Trail to the summit of Indian Mountain. Because Al and the Taylors are still acclimating, we took frequent breathing breaks and admired the ever-changing view of Pike National Forest. Paul, a veteran hiker and outdoorsman who has studied and practiced survival skills, counseled us to step-pause-step-pause in order to save our breath. Early in the walk, I heard cheeping sounds which motivated Paul to climb a tree to a woodpecker hole and attempt to take photos of the inside. The mama scolded us consistently, and we heeded her concern. We hiked all the way up using Paul’s GPS information to track our altitude progress. At the summit, Paul and Barb were able to get cell signal and called children to describe our views. After tempting them to jealousy, we began making our way down, stopping at each posted item listed on our trail guide.

As the three of us stopped to breathe, Paul decided to explore a large, interesting outcropping of rocks. On the way up, we saw a cave opening high above, and now we were above the cave. Paul scrambled up and invited us to admire the best view so far. I followed. He was leaning over, investigating what lay below. As I turned from the vista he described, Paul looked me in the eye and said with lowered voice, “I’m not trying to be dramatic, but we need to leave.” I said, “Now?” and he nodded. As I made my way down the rocks, I caught a whiff of earthy, musty animal odor – something like wet cat box. Paul and I joined Al and Barb on the path, and briskly made our way down. Paul explained that he noticed worn pathways through the narrow passages of rock, and as he was checking the area, he heard an unusual sound which he thought might have been the wind. To check again, he tossed a pebble into the cave opening, and definitely got a response: “Haacckkkkkkk!” – the hiss of a large cat. Looking behind us frequently, we continued to the bottom of the old ski slope back to the parking area by the new Comfort Station. The guys surmised that Paul heard a mountain lion cub, but I’m not convinced it wasn’t the mother herself. Whatever the explanation, we were mighty glad that Mama kept to herself.

After packing a lunch, we made a trip to Fairplay to purchase fishing licenses for the guys, but first we stopped at my neighbor’s clothing shop. She shared some issues going on with their vehicles, and we offered to pray with her, which she gladly received. As we were leaving, she grabbed me in a big hug and said she feels better around me. She is sensing the presence of God, and I pray she will realize that He loves her. When she heard we were going fishing, she went with us to try to get us guest passes, but the agent said there was no such thing even though she had purchased several in the past in Denver. She recommended power bait and salmon eggs. Stopping at Jefferson Market for worms, we drove up to Jefferson Lake and sated our keen appetites with our succulent picnic lunch. Choices included baby carrots, grapes, hummus and pita chips, cheese sticks, granola snacks, dried mango, and chips, with choice of Pepsi or Dr. Pepper. Because it was cloudy and chilly, we were thankful for our jackets. The boys trekked around the lake to begin fishing and we girls took our time. After about a half-mile hike, we applied bug spray to ward off the mosquitos and settled in for several hours of peacefulness and beauty. The guys caught three trout. Back at the cabin, Paul cleaned the fish and we played Pitch until bedtime.

Wednesday – The Fourth of July. Al and Paul left for the second day of fishing and Barb and I read and studied at the cabin. They returned after catching their limit of four each! After lunch of delicious leftovers, in the late afternoon we went back to Jefferson Lake for more fishing. Barb and I were able to see trout swimming in the clear “Al-Cove.” The weather alternated between comfortable and cool depending on the cloudiness. We got a “Twelve-Drop Rain” as Barb’s dad described a typical Colorado afternoon rain, and the guys caught seven more trout. We got home too late to cook the trout, so we froze them instead, grabbed a quick supper, and headed down the valley to watch the Como fireworks. We weren’t sure where to park, but just before reaching U.S. 285, we saw hoards of vehicles pointed toward tiny Como, Colorado. Barb carefully maneuvered her Nissan Pathfinder down into the ditch, around chairs, cones, and a bike to a workable spot. The fireworks started as we parked. There we sat in our winter coats and under a blanket on folding chairs on the Fourth of July! It was a spectacular display lasting about half an hour. Then we drove the 9 miles back to continue our Pitch games.

Thursday was cool and rainy – a perfect day for painting. Al and Paul donned their Arabian headgear (rags wrapped around their heads for protection from the drips) and worked many hours to paint ceilings and walls. We finally grilled our trout, served with broccoli drizzled with lemon butter, salad, toasted bread, and brownies. Oh, my, we feast! We watched The Terminal for the evening’s entertainment after a few Pitch games.

Friday – An Amazing Day
After breakfast, we packed a lunch and drove to Montgomery Reservoir (provides the drinking water for Colorado Springs). After a harrowing drive along a single lane, and meeting a car coming toward us, we parked, loaded our backpacks with water, lunch, binoculars, wipe-ups, and jackets, and hiked up the rushing stream that feeds the reservoir. While Barb and Al took photos of the scenery, Paul and I explored the abandoned (probably in the 50’s) mine. I’ve been inside before, but Paul’s adventurous spirit took us all the way up the three levels, across the walkway, and up the ladder into the tower. See the Gallery for photos.

After hiking farther up the stream, we found a lovely picnic spot on a large rock. As we munched beside the stream, Paul’s curiosity about a cave opening approximately 300 feet across the stream and above us got the best of him, and with our blessing, he started up. We kept track of him with binoculars and covered him in prayer. Upon his return (taking off his shoes and socks to cross the stream), he was excited about his experience. The cave was only a small opening, but he discovered a wild, rich variety of mountain flowers in a hidden ledge above.

On our way back, we stopped in Fairplay for a quick grocery visit, a stop at the forestry service, and the paint store. Paul had walked into the cabin the first day, and caught a vision of painting the kitchen. He had offered several times to purchase the paint and do the job, and we finally agreed. We couldn’t decide between Cozy Melon or Desert Dawn. We finally chose Desert Dawn, and when the can was opened, it looked like Salmon. Paul taped the edges, set up the ladders, collected rags, breathed a prayer for Jesus to make it a blessing, and started in. In the meantime, Al and I began putting up the tongue-and-groove paneling in the basement bedroom. When Al took a break and saw the new color in the kitchen, he said, “It’s pink!” Paul did a wonderful job, but the color didn’t seem quite right. Paul realized that the paint had been incorrectly mixed. The machine ran into problems when it added the yellow pigment. Tired and maybe a little discouraged, we managed a couple more Pitch games, and dropped into bed.

Saturday
When Barb and I awakened, the men were gone. They returned from Fairplay about 8:30 a.m. with a fresh color for the kitchen. The manager worked with them to make the pink become browner. We don’t know what to call it, but when Paul finished the kitchen, it was beautiful. It could be Cappacinno or Latte! It gives a warm, cozy atmosphere, which is what Paul predicted would happen. Neither Al nor I would have thought of the idea much less carried it out, but we’re so pleased with the results! After packing, we shared one more lunch and a few more games of Pitch. After the guys went set five times in one game, the girls prevailed. Final score: Guys – 7; Girls – 6. We all prayed together for our lives in the “real” world, and the Taylors departed. They leave the fragrance of the beauty of Christ lingering behind them.

June 16 began the first time Al and I have been by ourselves up here. We spent Friday and Saturday working on the basement. I helped sweep, organize, and staple the final areas of insulation. Al worked hours, literally shedding his blood from slices due to the metal work of adding three openings in the heating ducts.

Sunday we left about 7:15 a.m. with our week’s trash loaded in the truck. Brother Dave has graciously loaned us the use of the church’s dumpster. We clocked the trip to the parking lot at 1 hour, 34 minutes. We were trying to make the 8:30 a.m. service, but by the time we emptied trash, visited the bathroom, and washed the garbage smell off the hands, we were a half hour late. Well, we tucked our pride in our pockets, and marched down to the first available seats in the left front. Just then the assistant pastor made an announcement and dismissed the congregation with a blessing! Al and I looked at each other in shock, realizing that we should have double-checked the starting time. Obviously, first service had started at 8:00 p.m. which a peek at the bulletin quickly confirmed. So much for our pride – we sneaked out the side door, and headed off to the airport to drop Al for his early afternoon flight back to Columbus. I then drove back to the church and joined sister-in-law Beth and three-year-old Josiah for second service. I was early. We all got a good laugh out of it.After spending the night with Beth and family, I shopped for three hours – Lowe’s to get faux wood blinds for the cabin (had to order most of them), Target for multiple items, Costco for groceries and a floor mat for additional sleeping, and a much-needed haircut. Beth had a packed lunch ready when I returned, and we caravanned up to Indian Mountain. We unpacked the purchases, sipped a cool drink, enjoyed the scenery for awhile, and then drove the couple of miles to the

I settled in for another week of solitude. Monday Angel invited me for dinner to meet the step-daughter who was visiting, and Kameron and I played Scrabble. She likes to spell, and I thought she would enjoy the game, which was new to her.  Bruce Sites, professional dry waller, visited and gave an estimate, and Al agreed, so I needed to get the clutter out of the basement before they could begin next morning. I took a flashlight and my radio blaring K-LOVE station, and began to carry out the lighter stuff. Suddenly, there was a flash of light back toward me! I was startled and closed and locked the basement door, standing where no one could look in the window. I figured it was someone walking, wondering what my flashlight was doing pointing their way. A few minutes later, I saw another flash. I was puzzled now, and uncertain of my next move. I also heard some sounds as if someone was on the stairway. When I didn’t hear anything else after about five minutes, I turned off the radio, and went up the stairs. Within a few minutes, the source of light and sound was apparent. Lightening and thunder!!! I had to laugh at myself.

I’ve been memorizing Matthew 5:1-16 (The Beatitudes). How rich. Verses 15 & 16 talk about being the light of the world and letting others see our good deeds so they can praise the Father in heaven. That gave me the idea of blessing the dry wall crew. The crew of three Mexican workers came the next day. They began about 9:15 a.m., took a 45-min. lunch break, and finished by 2 p.m. I fixed them cookies, Mexican lasagna, and fruit, coffee and soda, and treated them like honored guests. One of the workers refused to join us. He was more comfortable outside, but I sent a bag of cookies with them. The crew chief, Rafael, was very pleasant and easy to converse with. I told them the home is dedicated to God, and that I had been praying for them. Rafael nodded, and said “We know that.” I asked him how he knew, and he said, “Jesus loves everybody.” He stood outside the cabin on an outcropping and studied the amazing view for a good while. Bruce came Thursday to check the job and clean up debris, and the Finishing crew will come Saturday morning. Thursday, the window washer, Dale, also came and cleaned up from the stain/paint spraying two weeks ago. In addition, Moore Lumber brought out the doors for the basement.

I brought my Grandma Walker’s beautiful quilt to put in the guest room, but sister Mary and I realized that the red blocks, one in each friendship circle was frayed.  I showed it to sister-in-law Beth, who is a skilled seamstress and quilter. She explained that the red dye used years ago in fabrics broke down the threads. She helped me choose a compatible calico light pink with darker pink rosebuds, cut out 20 blocks, and I spent two days stitching them over the red panels. After adding a black blanket stitch to the edges, it will not even be noticeable.

I’m beginning to work on studying for next school year. I’ll teach Speech class, so I’m reading the materials, and also reading some professional development books to update myself. In just a few hours, I will make the journey to the airport to pick up Al around 9 p.m.

I am memorizing Psalm 16, also apropos to this place. “Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup, and you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. Surely, I have a delightful inheritance.”

Friday June 15, Dave and Mary Ochs traveled to Denver and picked Al up at the airport, then they trekked about another 4500 feet above sea level to around 10,000 where we are planted.

What a lovely week we’ve had with them. They are kind, gracious, genuine, and gentle people. Dave and Al finished framing, put in the tub/shower combo, added a layer of plastic for moisture proofing, and stapled up insulation. They also donated a BBQ grill to our place, and Mary and I put it together. We inhaled an initial dinner of steak, green beans, and baked potatoes. We enjoyed breakfasts in the sunny mornings and campfire and stars on the deck at night. The weather was wonderful.

We developed a pattern of working in the morning, dinner at 1 p.m., then a jaunt to enjoy the mountains. We drove the 25 miles to Jefferson

Mary and Dave returned to the Midwest Friday a.m., leaving a fragrance of Christ behind them.