A chance. We had a chance. A relative had a cabin, and we had the opportunity to stay in it. Not just any cabin. A cabin in a special place. A sacred place. A place where my love for the Lord and for nature was nurtured and matured. A place where I had wonderful memories. A place where I was baptized.
The name of the cabin, A Family Affair. It had literally been built by this family. It was nestled up on the mountain side, right obove the creek; just a 10 minute walk from the pond, a 20 minute walk from the camp. It smelled of pine trees. When we walked along, we could hear the crunching of pine needles beneath our feet. The creek was cold. The sky was clear. The air was fresh.
Technology was far, far away. There was no internet. No cell phone service. No TV. No one there that we knew, besides ourselves. Nature was very close by. Bugs. Birds. Lizards. Horny Toads. Wasps. Flowers. Fish. Rocks. Trees. Deer! (Thankfully, no bears!!)
This was Michael and I on a hike ( I had no idea that I was actually pregnant at this time!)
This was the cabin, A Family Affair
Taking a hike
Playing in Tekalote (sp?) creek
This little girl caught her first fish with some canned corn later that day!
Playing in Mandie's Tent
Thank you, Lord, for Camp Blue Haven!