The next few days were filled with what is becoming the quintessential suwarrow experience: days are languorous; watches mean little; the pace becomes naturally suited to one’s own clock, living amongst tall green beauties with the never-ending sound of the wind and the creek and for the first couple of days, no one can believe how much they sleep. I’ve taken to calling it: accumulated fatigue. In day-to-day life, few people are fully aware of how tired they become, and not just physically, of life at the pace most people live it.
And so it goes. The boys are still after the wily trout:
The girls go hiking to Cache Creek, and Marilyn gamely crosses on a fallen tree:
She hangs out in her favorite spot to read and enjoy some gingerbread with Betsy:
Hangs out on the screened in porch with Stac:
and soon it’s time for the second part of the tour: the trail around the woods and by the beaver ponds, and across the road and up Pepper Peak to the bench (a flattened area where we might put a deck one day):
Before we know it, it’s time to prepare dinner. Vodka/mint/lemonade slushies all around, and before you know it, we’re hugging and dancing:
and mommy seems quite content with it all the way around:
While we await the birds to finish cooking, Matt introduces us to the new, and way fun game of Wits and Wagers. It’s not so much about anyone person’s particular answer, but the fun of betting on who’s closest to correct without being over (they’re all number answers) and the discussion and goading that leads to people changing their bets. Laughs all around:
and then it’s up for dinner. It’s a mostly quiet evening:
but Miss Lisa is a bit worn out! Resting, no doubt, to whup us all in rummikub a bit later on:
