|Jon and Julie
adventure for the four of us: Hubby, me, and our friends, visiting from California. (read more about friendship and see more photos here)
The groundwork began months ago when I purchased 4 tickets to ride the ski lift at Mt. Lemmon. I did not realize at the time that I would be using these tickets with our friends. It was one of those online 50% off deals that sounded like a great way to escape the desert heat and rest among the cool pine trees. Then Julie called and said she would visit in October. As the time drew near, the plans began to formulate.
As we climbed from the base of the mountain at around 3000 feet to the pine and aspen forest crowning the peak at 9200 feet, our friends marveled at the changing scenery and the dropping temperature. Views changed from a sprawling desert to mounded boulders and green outcroppings, and finally ended among the skyward-reaching pines at a temperature more than 20 degrees cooler from where we started. And all of this in 27 miles.
A brisk fall chill filled the air when we reached our destination. We snuggled into our sweatshirts and boarded the ski lift. The silence engulfed us as we hung above a pastoral setting of rolling greens hills and fall colored ferns. Peace washed over us and we were lost in the moments of unspeakable beauty. I rested my head against Hubby’s shoulder, and when I looked up I saw Julie leaning on Jon.
|Ski Valley Chair Lift
Time stood still. Silence and resting our language. We spoke briefly at the top of the lift until we boarded to proceed back down the mountain. If only there was a way to freeze frame that moment, to lasso the peace, to be immersed eternally in the wonder.
We disembarked from the lift and crossed the street for a highly recommended meal in a cabin-like restaurant with a window view that captured the clouds moving rapidly across the mountain. We talked as old-time friends hands wrapped around warm cider-filled mugs. Halfway through our meal, we saw the blustery weather begin. Misty strands of clouds blew pass the window and then the whole mountain was covered in windy gray fog.
The day had been magical. We emerged from the restaurant to a wintry temperature of 41 degrees. From air conditioning to heat. From desert to forest. From an adventure to a God-sculpted memory with lifetime friends.
|The Wintry Weather Blows In
For these blessings I give you thanks and praise, Oh Lord:
271) for lifelong friends who giggle and cry with you; who stand beside you in difficulties, who celebrate with you in seasons of joy
272) for good food shared with friends
273) for long talks, games, and inspiring movies shared with friends
274) for the ski lift ride–a double joy when shared
275) for the out-of-this-world Rhubarb, raspberry, blueberry pie homemade on Mt. Lemmon
276) for the hospitality of the people who worked in the restaurant
277) for scrumptious fudge made by the person who ran the sweet shop
278) for the blustery winter weather that had a mystical touch
279) for another opportunity to praise You, Lord for your creation
280) for boulder formations on the mountain
281) for a week long Fall break
282) for a job to return to
283) for a clean house
284) for a family that helped in cleaning and scrubbing and decorating
285) for a newly varnished door
286) for autumn followers in pots