This past weekend, I took a friend up on the use of his family’s cabin in Leadville, CO.
I have known him for 30 years, but hadn’t seen him since about 1997.
We met at a gas station on the west side of Denver so I could follow him to the cabin... thank goodness, I never would have found the place, otherwise.
I had said I wanted a nice quiet weekend in the mountains away from people and electronics.
That is exactly what I got, and it was exactly what I needed.
Scott also had some relatives staying at the cabin, they are from Norfolk, NE (small world). They were so much fun.
Day one was filled with a tour of the area (there were seven lakes surrounding the cabin), visiting with everyone, and some fishing.
I also got to see Turquoise Lake. Wow, it was beautiful. There were a few different lookout places around the lake, so of course I had to check one out.
Again, so pretty, but the short five foot trek took all the air I had. The air is pretty thin above 10,000 feet.
Day two was a designated fishing day. I love the thrill of catching fish, plus I got to stand in a nice clear cold lake and smell the mountain air.
Scott took me out on a boat in the afternoon and at one point, I grabbed the net to help him pull in a fish. Shortly after, I realized I had left my line in the water when my pole moved a few inches. I caught two fish that way.
Day three was a day of fun. There was a zipline down the mountain a little. I love ziplines! I drug Scott along on this one, he had never zip lined before.
The guides were hilarious; they had him terrified before we ever made it up the mountain.
They take you up in an old army truck; it’s about a half hour drive up small winding roads. There is also a train that goes under one of the ziplines.
This place had six ziplines. Some of them were not so bad, a short easy fall so to speak. There were a couple however that were terrifying, even for me.
It was so much fun, and so worth it. The last zipline was the biggest fall, I was told to hold my legs in a cannonball position to gain more speed.
I almost made it to the platform, but fell a tad bit short. So, I had to grab the cable and pull myself in, one hand after the other. The guide told me I was the first person to ever rescue myself.
There were some fun people on the ziplines, and as I said, the guides were hilarious. Even Scott had a great time, and I think he’s ready to go ziplining again.
We stopped in town to get something to eat after our little adventure. Scott grew up down the street from me, and we had a neighbor that had dogs always sitting on her roof. I had to laugh, as while we were eating outside, there were dogs on the roof of the building next to us.
That afternoon, Scott wanted to go river fishing, and he invited me along. He told me to bring my camera, as there would be a lot of beautiful scenery.
He was right, so pretty; I love the mountains. He fished along the river and I followed a trail along the river with my camera, snapping away. I could spend hours just sitting, listening to the water.
I had a great weekend. I met some new people, caught up with an old friend, breathed in that amazing mountain air, and had some time to sit and reflect.
Is my mind all clear after the weekend, no. Will it ever be? Who knows, but it was still a very nice get away.
I came home with a little more than a handful of fish (the rest were released). I came home with some peace. Everything will work out in the end.
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