You know, we take this little weekend trip to the cabin every summer now and though most of what we do is routine — arrive by 3, beer in hand by 3:30, puzzle, dinner on the grill, breakfast on the front porch, reading on the side porch, walk down to the river, nap, puzzle, listen to the Rockies game, repeat — the small details change from year to year, so that I can remember and love each trip individually.

This year, we had the most perfect sunshiny warm weather — though those mornings on the porch were still crisp in the most refreshing way — we made tacos (because: Taco Summer!), ate peach galette, took a drive where sun-drenched valley spilled into sun-drenched valley spilled into sun-drenched valley, read on a bench that overlooked the stream, saw the most hummingbirds ever, drank kombucha, learned to play Yahtzee, put together an 80’s-themed puzzle, ate yogurt bowls by Joey’s request (!!!) and as always, came home feeling relaxed and recharged.

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