Leave now if you have an allergy to cute children, perky dogs, autumn leaves or antique electric ranges. This post could cause watery eyes, persistent cough, and your throat to close. You might even require epinephrine.
Closing the mountain cabin for the winter evokes a reminiscing recipe of memory soup. Winter is coming. Do I have to go there? I want to stay where things are cool and golden.
Maybe if I frame a few of the images for posterity, I can move on.
Thanks for lifting a glass with me to salute the passing season.
Sharing with you helps me re-focus. Time to enjoy today and look to the future. There’s lot’s to accomplish.
When our Sprouts were just tender sprigs, every summer involved a trip to the North Pole. It’s just about 30 minutes from our beloved mountain hideaway. The North Pole sits at the base of the Pike’s Peak highway. We haven’t been in at least 20 years now. Time for grand baby G to experience the excitement.
We arrive promptly at opening…10am. How much fun can we have before nap time??
There are cars to drive.
And waters to navigate. G is the Skipper. His friend, the lovely Miss M, is the first mate. (Many thanks, M!!)
Granny KK lugged around a lens on her camera only a tiny tad smaller than the plane in the above photo.I rented a stroller just for the camera. One proud dad (happily snapping photos with his cell phone) took a long look at me….shook his head in shame and sulked away. The humiliation of being ‘one-upped’ by an over-zealous grandma. I feel your pain, buddy. Next time…..come prepared.
Memories are rich and vivid. Sometimes the ‘real thing’ stinks and is never as good as you remember it.
Ohhhhh, but not this time.
Sprout #2: ‘How are you liking this, Mom? As good as you remember it?’
Me: ‘Where else can I be greeted by Santa, eat a warm funnel cake and absorb frothy (not annoying!) Christmas tunes gayly playing in the background? I can even mail a letter with a postmark from the North Pole! I think I’m in heaven.‘
If you ever find your fine self in the Pike’s Peak area, and if you have children ages 2 through 9, you must visit the North Pole. Cute. Quaint. Simply tons of fun for the price.
Now, I will show you my favorite photo. The masterpiece worth all of the sore neck vertebrae. Do not look if you are allergic to cuteness.
You’ve been warned.
Thank you for reading and letting me whip my grand kid photo album out of my over-stuffed handbag. I didn’t even see you yawn.