Being in this little cabin up in the mountains, snow all around, the cold outside and the warmth of the fire heating up this whole place, this is so nice, so relaxing and beautiful that it is almost enough to make me forget about the drive it took us to get here.
It started off okay, leaving Austin early in the morning, seeing the beauty of the Texas Hill Country at dawn.
Cheyenne didn't care much for the beauty of the Hill Country at dawn.
All too soon, when we turned North off of I-10, we found ourselves facing mile after mile of this. Mile after mile of nothingness, with more nothingness ahead of us for as far as we could see.
In the middle of the nothingness, there was this welcome sign.
My nephew wasn't so enchanted when we entered the Land of Enchantment.
When that nothingness was over, we headed straight into more nothingness. Hello? Is there anybody out there? I don't think so.
After a hundred thousand years, the sun started going down, casting a different light on the nothingness, and we said things like Oh, that's pretty and then we went back to our boredom with the whole nothingness surroundings.
And then the daylight was gone and we drove through the mountains and had no idea how pretty our surroundings were since we could not see them. But we arrived at our little cabin and the tires crunched on the ice and snow in the driveway and we all poured out of the car and stretched and walked and were so happy to be using our legs again after TWELVE HOURS in the car, most of them driving through in the middle of nowhere. But this morning, we could see where we were and it's not nothing, it's something. And it's wooded and there's snow on the ground and a fire in the fireplace and we're never going to leave.