Base Camp, Denver, CO, Elevation 5,280 feet
Journal Entry, July 30, 2018, 8 a.m.
Today I'm driving about two hours straight up.
I'm going to my cabin in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, elevation 11,000 feet.
I've been there several times before but the big difference this time is
I'm going by myself and staying overnight.
The weather is cool and cloudy, not unusual for this time of day.
It should burn off in an hour or so. Perhaps it's a bit more hazy than usual
because of the horrific forest fires on the west coast.
I'm feeling excited, a little nervous, but mostly looking forward to spending the night
in Timberline Cabin solo. I hope the skies will be clear enough tonight to see the stars
and the bears will all tucked into their beds for the night.
I appreciate all of your concerns about my safety and have taken precautions.
Timberline Cabin: Journal Entry, July 30, 2018, 10:30 a.m.
I make it up the rocky road to the cabin with no unpleasant incidents.
I drive slowly and carefully, relieved that I have four new tires and
happy that I won't have to drive back out this road on the same day.
I feel as if this is my own little world up here.
The cabin is dwarfed by massive mountains and tall pine trees that rise up all around me.
The weather is sunny, windy and cool.
The temperature outside and inside the cabin is 55 degrees.
I have a lot of little projects to accomplish today so I get busy.
I love decorating the cabin and making it our own.
On my last visit, I spray-painted two bright green wicker chairs a dark brown.
Now, I tug freshly washed and bleached seat covers onto the cushions and
add a red velvet throw pillow on each chair. So much better.
I join two woven scarves to make one long one for the table under the front windows.
Then I add a Hopi basket, some antlers and two red battery candles.
Next, I tackle the Roman shades in the bedroom.
As they were nailed into the wall instead of screwed, it is quite difficult to get them down.
With them finally removed, I hang some Martha Stewart lace curtains that I had at home.
The room looks like an old Victorian bedroom now. Charming.
I think the old miner who originally owned this cabin would have loved the lacy curtains. LOL.
Noon: This task actually wore me out (must be the altitude) so I take a lunch break.
(Note: I don't get hungry up here and usually lose a couple of pounds
each time I visit which I promptly gain once I'm back in town!)
Temperature outside is now 70 and 66 inside. I have to be careful to close the doors so the hummingbirds don't get in. I don't think I could reach them if they flew up into the vaulted ceiling.
As I putter, I listen to an opera CD, something that probably,
no make that definitely, would NOT happen if Ron were here.
It's breathtaking to watch the light changing on the mountains as the sun dips to the far side of the cabin. When the wind gusts, it feels as if the whole cabin is shaking, as if it's a living thing.
I feel safe and warm to have this little shelter from the elements. I've never had a skylight so I love putting my head back and watching the clouds slide past the glass framed by pine boughs.
7 p.m. I listen to a CD book but my attention is drawn to what's happening outside.
The sun is slowly sliding behind a pine tree in front of the cabin; the mountains glow golden,
gradually swallowed up by lengthening shadows. The rocks take on a rosy glow like a ripe peach.
Quietly, the shadow moves up from the base of the mountain
until the entire mountain is wrapped in shade.
I keep running outside to snap pictures of the changing scene.
I listen to a CD by John Barry, so reminiscent of a favorite Out of Africa soundtrack,
sending me miles away. I go to bed early, weighed down by heavy blankets.
It's totally dark and quiet. I fall asleep easily.
NEXT Day, 5:30 a.m.
I wake up early but it is too cold to get out of bed.
I recall it was too cloudy last night to see any stars when I trooped outside to use the bathroom.
Pulling on my cold clothes, I see the sun peeking over a rocky ledge like a shy child.
It's 31 degrees outside, 49 inside. It must have been in the 20s last night.
Silvery frost blankets the front deck and bushes. I can't stop shivering
but I don't light the wood stove because smoke fills the room while the fire is catching
and I can't take the chance of a hummingbird darting through an open door.
Around 7 a.m., the sun is beginning to touch the cabin but it's still 49 degrees inside.
I light the propane stove for the first time and don't blow anything up.
Then I make myself a cup of hot tea. It tastes unbelievably good.
I stand in a tiny pool of sunlight while I sip my steaming tea,
cradling the warm cup with both hands.
At 8 a.m. the temp has finally climbed to a whopping 50 degrees inside the cabin.
I step outside and am pleasantly surprised to feel the warmth of the early morning sun.
I decide to collect kindling, thinking some physical activity might warm me up.
At 9 a.m., it's a balmy 55 degrees.
I go for a short walk down our road to see if any of my two-legged neighbors are home.
I meet Glenda who welcomes me inside her warm and charming cabin.
Nice to have a local phone number in case of emergency.
We will make great hiking partners once I can walk
from my car to the cabin without getting winded.
When I return to the cabin, I am quite tired and don't want to think about driving back to Denver.
But, believing it would be safer if I take off before I'm really fatigued,
I reluctantly pack up and drive home without incident.
But I do truly hate that bumpy road.
What I Missed at the Cabin:
Ron, my dog Roxy, indoor plumbing, paved roads, nearby restaurants, warmth.
What I Didn't Miss at the Cabin:
Traffic, people talking loudly on their cell phones, telemarketers, noise, did I mention traffic?
I hope you enjoyed your visit. Can't wait to go back!
(If you missed my last post about this cabin, you can read it
Here.)
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