There are Sea People and there are Mountain People, and I have always loved the sea. But I have to admit, my foray into the realm of the Mountain People was quite enjoyable. There is a peace and beauty in those blue hills that equals that of the ocean. I have felt that same peacefulness in the desert, too, when the sun is just coming up and the cactus and rocks are bathed in early morning light.
We left the cabin after breakfast each morning and didn’t return until suppertime because going up and down those steps more than once a day was tiring for me. We had to be back before dark anyway because the “road” to the cabin was too treacherous to travel after dark. Evenings were spent sitting out on the porch, sipping glasses of wine and listening to soft classical music while we grilled out. Mornings were spent with a cup of coffee on the porch or inside, listening to the old Victrola which we started listening to after trying to get something on the radio and hearing, “I ain’t making you chicken and gravy, and I ain’t gonna have your baby.” Gene Autry with his sweet voice and gentle lyrics was infinitely more pleasant.
Here is Gene singing a song that will bring tears to your eyes. I want this sung at my funeral. Are you listening, children? Oh, and I’m signing up for yodeling lessons as soon as I find a class.
After just a few days on the mountain, I began to feel like a mountain girl.