And after passing mile after mile of parched brown Nebraska cornfields, we came home to the Front Range. Two days later we drove over the Continental Divide where the winter's first snows had fallen.
We were going to spend a long weekend in the town of Tabernash. Well not really a town...more a kind of settlement...permanent population of about 200 spread over mountains and meadows in the Fraser Valley. We had a cabin right off the highway.
It was a home-built cabin, constructed on several levels, with outside stairs resting on a pile of earth and rock like an old Norsk farm building but with an interior wall of glass facing north to take in the views. Views that constantly changed as the sun moved overhead and as clouds brought snow down to our elevation, as morning fogs came over the valley, as clouds obscured and then revealed the distant peaks and the ski runs at Winter Park were covered with their first white blanket of the year.
We read. We ate. We went for walks. We talked. We slept.
I did all that but also discovered how much fun it is to play with blocks.
Always something new to create with blocks. Especially when you can look up from your playing and see the world writ so at large outside.
