Mark and Siena have climbed this hill a couple of times, and Lucas has always been too little. This time though, they all three went with Grammie.
Yes, that hill in the middle of the photo above.
We went to the end of the road, and then to the right.
Then they left, to this thing they do when we go to Grandpa and Grammie’s cabin, but this year a little different, as it is every time, as the kids grow and change.
That hill from down here, didn’t seem like much, but as they got further and started to climb, the stories we heard, and then we looked at the pictures Mark took, looked very different up close.
Rugged, rough. Steep.
Cold, hot. Dust. Sagebrush.
Snow. Rocks. Cold.
This is their view from the top.
And this is what we saw from the bottom, with a zoom in the camera.
Then, on the other side of the hill… they saw elk.
And taller hills. Trees. Mountains. More snow.
Yes, I get it. This is the open-ness Mark talks about missing.
From top of the world…