Cabin Weekend Things

We turn left and find ourselves in a quiet valley, a herd of cows grazing on one side, a sparking stream on the other, and a blazing blue sky above it all.  We pull out two chairs, cheers our beers, pull out our books and settle into relaxation mode.  We fire up the grill, throw on some burgers, turn the radio to the Rockies game, dump the puzzle pieces out onto the table.  We wake to a chill in the air, boil water for coffee, flip the pancakes then settle into our chairs on the porch, to take in breakfast and the fresh air of a morning in the mountains.

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We read for hours, break for a walk to the stream, talk about how “we should learn to fish!” before trekking back up the hill and remembering how steep it is.  We find a bench three-quarters of the way up, a new addition that our lungs greatly appreciate as we sit, look out onto the valley and catch our breath.  The afternoon is a blur of sunshine, page turning, napping, puzzle pieces and our “Cabin Jams” playlist.  Happy Hour hits and we pull out the makings of a cheeseboard (roughing it, what’s that??), crack open a bomber to share and, prompted by the book I’m reading, ask ourselves “if you had amnesia and couldn’t remember the last 10 years of your life, what would you most surprised about?”  “I’M MARRIED?!”

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We finish the puzzle while dinner cooks — charred shishitos, sriracha mayo, grilled steak — I make Joey read a chapter of his book outloud to me, even though I have no idea who these characters are or what’s happened in the first half of the book.  We pull out the deck of cards for Uno — I get destroyed 300-25 or something ridiculous like that — then move on to an epic game of Jenga that I was pretty sure would last forever.  It’s THIRTY-THREE stories later when I cause the whole thing to fall and I’m the loser AGAIN.  We end the night with blueberry galette and a toasty fire.  I realize I’m 400 pages into the book I was worried about finishing in three weeks.

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It’s another chilly morning, but the coffee is strong, the pancakes are even better the second time around and I’m feeling rested, re-energized and so so happy.  We pack up and hit the road to head home but I’m determined to take this relaxed version of myself back into “real life.”  This has been another weekend at the cabin, a time I look forward to all year, moments I treasure forever and such an amazing way to celebrate the end of another summer.

Tell me, what did you do this weekend?!

Cabin Weekend

It is crazy to me that for years I passed on the invitation of going to Joey’s family cabin and now, it is truly one of my favorite things to do every summer.  The 360 mountain view, the cool quiet mornings, the friendly hummingbirds zipping around, the non-existent weekend agenda.  It’s all too perfect.

While the basics remain the same year after year — puzzles, reading on the front deck, napping and a Saturday trip to the Moose Caboose for ice cream — each year has its own special moments.  I’ll remember this year as being the one where we actually finished the puzzle before the weekend was over, made the cheesiest grilled pizza, had the most beautiful sunshiny weather (no rain this year!) and had to coax a tiny rat out from INSIDE the grill on Sunday morning…

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This hummingbird knocker is legit my favorite part of the cabin. 

I use it every time I go in the front door.  Mostly to annoy Joey 🙂 

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Ten points if you can spot the two pieces of wildlife in this picture.

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Looked up from the puzzle just in time to see this gorgeous pink and purple sunset.

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Joey mixed this up for us before we left, then we packed it with milk and eggs

and I used it to make us pancakes on Saturday and Sunday morning. 

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I read this and look, I know it won the Pulitzer, but it was definitely my

least favorite thing I’ve ever read by Hemingway.  I still love him though 🙂

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Last night, I asked Joey what his favorite part of our cabin weekend was.  He said it was the pizza.  (Then he backpedaled and said I was his favorite part…) But seriously, I was pretty impressed that we made such a good ‘za in the middle of the mountains, on a grill, and that I didn’t forget to pack any of the necessary pizza-making tools.  All grilled pizza success aside, this weekend was the perfect refresh button.  Filling up on fresh mountain air, quality time with my husband and delicious (mostly) homemade food has me feeling all sorts of rejuvenated and completely happy today.