Another Lovely Weekend on the Mountain Top

Front Porch

I'm back home again, following another relaxing long weekend at our cabin up in the mountains.

I'm gonna sneak out an exciting piece of news, that being, there will soon be a new cabin.  Of course I've been following the progress of that ongoing project whenever I head up to our mountaintop retreat.

That being said, I'm feeling a bit nostalgic as I think about all the happy times we have spent there, and all the quaint, rustic features of our old cabin and the place in general.  I guess that's what was going on in my mind as I wondered around the property and through the rooms of our home away from home.

Of course, I was snapping pictures, too.

The sun was shining, the air was breezy and cool, and a few leaves were gracefully falling from the trees.  Here are some of the views from the front porch:

And a little bit of porch "decor" too:

Out back of the cabin, I noticed this interesting growth on the side of a tree:

And all around, the rocks below were covered with bright green moss.  The forest floor almost seemed illuminated from below at places.

We found this old horseshoe out there a while back.  Our theory is that it came from a known logging trail that was in use many years ago.  It is displayed on the stones above the living room fireplace.

Other treasures located in the living room include some very old books, many of them full of hunting and fishing stories,

and a special picture of a fisherman, painted by my grandfather years before he passed away.

It's always a bit sad when the weekend ends and we have to return to civilization and the chores of everyday life.

We have our closing-up-the-cabin-until-next-time routine.  We make sure the toilet is flushed, using our handy system if the spring is low:

We make sure all the lights are turned out, propane and other:

We sweep up a bit:

And then we check to be sure all the windows are locked:

We schlep all our stuff out to the truck and move on outta there, back to home.

Oh, I almost forgot - we pass by this painting of a prayerful man every time we go on our way out the front door:

In case you are wondering what is on that little card in the corner, we have written down what we suspect he is praying:

"Lord give me grace to catch a fish

So big that even I,

When speaking of it afterwards,

Will never need to lie."