Desiree and I officially kicked off “cabin season” for 2022 by overnighting at the cabin. On Saturday morning, we drove up and over Flesher Pass, encountering a snowstorm near the top.
At midday our creek-side
neighbors, Patrick and Mary, joined us for conversation, dark beers, hotdogs,
and brats. We cooked the hotdogs and
brats over a campfire. All the while, true
to form, Montana provided us with sunshine, rain, and another brief
snowstorm. The snow fell in the form of
little balls. Desiree, watching the
balls bounce off the jacket she borrowed from me, remarked: “This snow is like styrofoam.”
“It is,” I confirmed, recalling
how the Inuit have several dozen words for snow. I don’t think, however, “styrofoam” is one of
them.
After our lunch, we hiked over
to our neighbor’s place and poked around the forest for a bit. We found a few glacier lilies and shootingstar
just now at the beginning of their bloom.
After the departure of our neighbors,
a final curtain of snow whisked through our narrow mountain valley. Warming sunshine soon followed that. Desiree and I sat near the woodstove inside
the cabin and watched through the windows as pines swayed all around us.
This, our spring lullaby.
Desiree Tending the Fire
Patrick, Mary, Desiree, and
Bristol (the dog) Watching Lunch Cook
A Glacier Lily
—Mitchell Hegman
Beautiful day
ReplyDeleteA perfect day, really.
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