Dear Mom, This is where I fell in the river.
Unlike some places we have been, it was just like it's internet pictures. The Big Thompson River, with it's slippery rocks, was inches from our deck.
Our cabin was new manufactured housing.
Our living room with it's electric fireplace.
The kitchen where I learned I never want black appliances. They do not look clean, even when they are.
We were there on Basil's birthday. M made him an omlet for breakfast and I made him a microwave cake later. M was able to buy candles at Safeway without him knowing.
I was very happy to find this going on when I returned from my solitary shopping trip to Estes Park one afternoon.
They were delicious.
4 comments:
Looks like fun, but I don't think he was the one who needed a vacation.
I'm glad you took a picture of Papa cooking. That's one for the scrapbooks, for sure.
I am really hungry and jealous.
J
oh Elayne, what a beautiful picture of the house. It is for me a house for the Gods. It is a paradise. I can only dream of it... :) Thanks for posting that picture, it somehow brought gladness to my heart to see such a marvelous scene.
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