Colorado is for me truly one of God’s own Countries. The photos cant capture the snow blown from the peaks to your senses, the enormity of the space, the vastness of mountains and the isolation you can achieve here. It has always been like this for me and most likely will always be my place.  

Did I mention we where living in a log cabin with a real fire pot-bellied stove on the shores of a lake? We feel like we’ve won the lottery. The cabin is a story in itself, its complete with black powder hunting muskets, mounted deer and elk busts and a huge trout that skip caught. I sleep under this fish and I’m now getting a bit sensitive about the whole thing. I’ve taken to randomly casting out from our fishing dock before we leave to shop or explore and when we return. Skip is laughing himself silly with his phone calls to see if I’ve caught anything and I’ve tried everything from begging the fish to cursing them and calling down gods wrath upon them in a biblical Moses approach; it seems the fish do not fear god. On the up side my excuses for not catching anything all week have gotten really creative and include the reasons that there are NO fish in the lake at all because they have all flown south for the winter.

There’s a big felling axe hanging by the door and this is no ornament, we take it in turns to keep the wood box full by splitting logs from the wood pile outside. The wood pile comes complete with its own resident squirrel who has taken to throwing bits of pine cone at me from the safety of the door porch. He is the enemy at the gate as far as I’m concerned, the messy bugger eats pine cones sat on the gate post, shredding bits all over our freshly swept veranda.

We do try to keep the place tidy despite me blowing up the vacuum cleaner! Although on this note a friend of Sam’s calls in to pick up a letter, she chose her time well, we were making good use of the washing machine and our thermal long-johns where strung up, drying over the stove at the time she chose to call!

The view from the windows is stunning, you could make a holiday brochure simply by photographing the same spot every hour throughout the day and night. Its stunning, we never got tired of taking photos, the dawn burning mist from the water, the dusk painting the hills in reds and gold’s. This cabin and its owners will always have a special place in our hearts and souls. We plan to return to grand lake one day; for me it will be to dredge that lake till I catch a fish. Then me and skip are going to eat it.