When July comes, it seems that the Mountains call us... they beckon adventure and quiet. We steel a few days and leave our busy routine behind. It is is the mountains we reconnect with each other and deity. Our little ones build forts and roast marshmallow and our bigger ones can't wait to throw a line into the sparkling water. Rigby, my biggest one of all is most at peace here.... It is here we are happiest. It is here I find the the words...
Rain drops fall pelting the dry earth.
we hover for protection, waiting for sky to clear
adventures await...
fish call,
lightning threatens.
The storm ceases
grass is wet....beautiful
fishing begins!
smiles for miles
Maleck insisted we climb to the tippy, tippy, top!
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