After a 30-year career in New Jersey, Mom and Dad retired to Utah, purchasing a home close to the Wasatch mountains. Loving the beautiful eastern forests, still they yearned to come back home to Rocky Mountain country. After dinner, Dad often retires to a chair on the back patio. Mom joins him there. They listen to the ebullient songs of finches and wonder at their happiness. They watch the mountains in all their moods, under sun, in storm, green with rain, dusted with snow, and desert dry. They remember old adventures: dragging a juniper root off Mount Timponogos and turning it into a red cedar lamp; hiking to Lone Peak with not quite enough food and water, and being aided by other hikers; the moose on the mountain trails; fly fishing for trout during a drizzle; boulder-hopping on the ridge to the Little Matterhorn; parties and picnics with children laughing. Such evenings are the perfect setting to remember good times, talk about how much we love our families, and listen to joyful birdsong.
Sounds like many happy memories, Roger.
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