A couple of weeks ago Terry and I traveled through Trinidad, Colorado and tent camped in the forest on a mountain above Monument Lake. The spruce and Aspen were beautiful. A roaring creek cut through our camping spot and the air was crisp and clear. I felt like I had gone to heaven. It is one of my favorite places on this earth.
I found myself thinking of the people in my family who had camped in this same campground with us. A lot of them are gone. I sat by the stream and cried. I miss our conversations around the roaring campfire my dad always tended. I also miss his strong campfire/cowboy coffee. The sweet laughter from my sisters and brother-in-law were missed. I promised myself that I would get my two brothers, my only sister that is left and my children up on that mountain to camp with me...soon.
I know the past cannot be recreated, but I do want some new memories from the time I am living in NOW. I think I have a good chance of getting at least some of us together. The tranquility of the spot is needed and wanted.
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