When I told James, a friend of mine, I was going to the cabin in Glen Haven on Thanksgiving Day, he asked, “Are you cooking a turkey over an open fire?” Sounds like a good idea, but no, I didn’t cook a turkey at all yesterday, let alone over an open fire.
My daughter and her husband and my three grandchildren celebrated Thanksgiving on Monday. My daughter is a labor and delivery nurse and she worked the night before Thanksgiving and was supposed to work again Thanksgiving night. So, my dog, Goldi, and I drove up to the cabin for a day in the mountains. Actually, I drove and she rode.
Off of CR 43, I turned right at the Glen Haven General Store, drove over the bridge and over the creek. Around the bend, a lone bull elk was resting among the pines and cabins. Beautiful and serene.
On the way home from cleaning the cabin’s wood floor and removing nails from salvaged lumber today, traffic slowed. A single big horned sheep sauntered down the highway next to the concrete barriers, headlong into traffic. Sorry, I didn’t get a picture as I couldn’t stop on the road.
While I did not cook a turkey over an open fire at my cabin in Glen Haven on Thanksgiving, I did give thanks for having a special place in the mountains and for the beautiful wild animals that live there.