March 29 morning scene at Lovestead
We enjoyed our spring--yes, we did.
Now we're getting ready for the next chapter of winter. And, that's all I'm gonna say about that because you don't want to read my thoughts.
Yesterday Bill and I went to the Porthill area near the Canadian Border to do some geocaching. It was an overcast but nice early spring day.
I remembered another day years ago when we went that direction only in reverse. I've never forgotten the images of that vast valley with grass nearly two feet high along the roadway blowing in the breeze.
I'll also never forget my first view of Porthill Cemetery that day. Memorial Day is a good time of the year to visit cemeteries because spring glory is at its height and nostalgia of lost loved ones reigns supreme.
Well, yesterday wasn't quite like Memorial Day, but still it was nice and nostalgic. I was amazed at how many familiar names now appear on relatively recent grave stones in that quiet country cemetery.
A walk through a cemetery gets one to thinking about mortality and where life's end will leave us lying for eternity.
For the resident at Porthill who loved geocaching, he certainly doesn't have to worry about lying there forever all alone. He'll always have visitors, checking out their GPS settings, thinking about one of their own who loved his sport enough to take it to the grave.
One Port Hill stop took us to a roadside attraction where the Wild Horse Trail and its highlights are aptly explained for visitors who take the route.
Our final stop took us across the valley to Smith Creek. After a not-so-popular five-mile drive up the Smith Creek Road into snow, snow, snow, Bill got an unsubtle hint to turn around and come back down to the valley and dry ground. There would be snow enough, he was told.
And, this morning, he knows that for sure.
Happy Spring, wherever it is.
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