A couple of weeks ago, we took a much needed off island trip to celebrate our anniversary. We packed up the camper and headed over the pass to the Methow Valley. We had visited here years ago, but that was in summer and now in November, it brought back memories of living in Old Snowmass, outside of Aspen.
That would be the good memories of rivers, snow, mountains and aspens. The smell memory of smoke hanging around in the valley, not the smell of working way too many hours at Aspen Magazine in the basement of McDonald’s. Oh, the glamour. But I digress.
We booked our weekend at the Rolling Huts, which are stand alone structures that we read about in Sunset magazine. Smart little things, spartan and well-designed. It really got me longing to design prefab structures for living lightly on the land. Maybe someday.
And it was cold, like needing to keep your hands in your pits so your fingers didn’t go numb kind of cold. Well, definitely for me since I kept having to stop on our hikes and fumble with my lens cap trying to take in all the little details. Not that it bothered Jack, he had no hesitation in jumping in any icy stream.
It felt like a moment frozen in time, so still. A gorgeous frost was on everything and it lasted all day.
Truly, a sparkling couple of days.
Being Here 