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.