Beautiful Day

Today Lois, Mark and I went up into the mountains to see the biggest tree in the Rio Grande National Forest. It’s a Douglas fir and it must be hundreds of years old. The hike wasn’t long but it was all up hill, some pretty much straight up hill. We crossed a little stream. I can’t say it was a major hike or anything but it is the first hike like that I have taken in a very long time. I went up and down that hill with no problem and no pain.

That’s major.

Lois’ son Mark and me with the big tree

Today is my dad’s birthday. Were he alive, he would be 94 today. After our hike we went down the hill (naturally because what goes up must go down and Bella was there) to the reservoir (Beaver Creek Reservoir) we saw a family with a son in a motorized wheelchair. They were moving down to another spot, shadier, where the fishing was better. To do this, they had to move their little boy. The boy tried to navigate the trail on his own, but when he was unable to, his dad fixed a rope to the wheel chair, made a loop and tied it around his waist, and pulled his son to the new fishing spot. The man was a draft animal; the chair and boy were the wagon.

It was incredibly beautiful. I stood and stared. I really didn’t care if it bothered them. It’s not every day you get to witness such an act of pure love.

12 thoughts on “Beautiful Day

  1. That’s such a heart-warming story in such a beautiful place. I love that people don’t let any disability get in the way of what they want to do now. Pure determination to enjoy life to the full. We’re the same with our autistic son, and I’m sure it’s done him good. He’s looking forward to our Welsh castle quest. Sure, there are challenges, but better to face them and conquer them than to not to bother in the first place. All power to that draft dad, and I hope they all enjoyed their day as much as you did. That tree, by the way, looks amazing. πŸ™‚

    • It’s a good tree. If we had had druids here they might have appreciated it, though it’s not an oak. As I looked at it, I thought of all the bears who’d scratched against it through the centuries. πŸ™‚

      • Cool bears scratching against that ancient tree! They have good taste… πŸ™‚

    • P.S. My friend Lois’ son is developmentally disabled. Sometimes it’s maddening. Usually it’s not. He’s a challenge, but he’s also sweet, far more generous hearted than I am. And sometimes very wise. He’s also proud of what he is ABLE to do and shares his abilities whenever he can with pure hearted enthusiasm. I love him dearly and he’s taught me to talk straight and be directly assertive when I need to be. ❀

      • That’s nice, Martha. I think having these people in our lives can enrich us, as well as drive us mad! I’ve learned a lot from Nathan, and despite challenges, we’d never be without him. He’s a poppet. ❀

  2. I’m working my way backwards in your posts, since I was last here. The tree is magnificent. That was a very touching story about the boy and his father. What goes up must come down, which is sometimes harder on my feet and knees. No pain! I’d say that is a win. So happy you got to take that hike!!!

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