The Cabin

There are a lot of books titled : Cabin or The Cabin, with hundreds upon hundreds more with some variation on the word "cabin". When I speak of "The Cabin" I mean our little brown cabin up at 6,000 feet. When we bought it, we tried to come up with some sort of appropriate, meaningful name, so we could say something like, "We went up to "The Squirrel's Bow" or "The Bat Cave", but nothing ever stuck. Corny names don't work for my kind of brain. Too dignified of a name is also too onerous. So we let the name come about naturally, ending up with The Cabin.

We went to the cabin last weekend. There were some repairs to be made and cleaning up to do. The guy with the Bobcat made a huge difference in removing the concrete-like dirt that has been encasing half the cabin since just after the High Park Fire in June of 2012. The removal of the majority of the dirt has given us some hope that we may be able to call the cabin "finished" once again someday.

A neighbor's cabin sits right on a creek that flows to the Poudre River. A flash flood must have hit the creek last Monday. The cabin had a lot of water flow to each side of it and almost washed out the road leading to the cabins at the end of the lane. Their bridge to a little island was damaged, and lots of debris piled up on their back porch. Still, none of the cabins have been destroyed despite the continued onslaught of mountain water with no way to sink in to the soil since the fire. Let's hope our luck holds and that the flash floods don't become any larger.

I have never seen such a profusion of wildflowers in the meadow.

The trail to the meadow has tall grass. Little snakes zip across the trail as you walk.