Time stood still...

Do you have some place from your childhood that was just fabulous? Well, for me, it is a place about 30 miles North of Fort Collins, Colorado. One must drive through the mountains on what has to be the curviest road ever made... note to self, fresh air is a MUST! It is simple, it is beautiful, it is pure...

... I have memories of camping at this place and listening to the river as I fell asleep... My daddy would wake us up at an ungodly hour and we would walk for what seemed like miles to a little fishing spot... I now know that the miles we walked was just a few feet through a beautiful field, down a make shift path onto the river bank... we would hang out there for what seemed like hours, when we got back my mom would have fresh scones and bacon for breakfast, just there waiting for us and if we were lucky we brought back some fish for Papa George and MorMor...

.... there is no running water, you must enjoy the smell of fresh air as you spend time in the "privcy" that is a hand made, beautifully crafted, dual occupant outhouse... trust me... LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN...

... the cabin is rustic, beautiful, pure and comfortable...

... the wood stove, the coloring books and crayons, the board games, the dirt and the grass was what we had growing up...

... this place was where the diner bell rang when it was time to eat... we would run from the tree swing as fast as we could to see what fabulous meal was being cooked over the fire...

... well, I got a chance this weekend to step back in time and go back there, it was the same place it has always been... a place for me to call HOME... the trees seemed larger than life still, the water ran through the river just the same as it did years ago and the deluxe outhouse was as smelly as ever...

The only difference... this time, I was the mom, not the kid...