Well, we were off (finally) to a relaxing 4 day 3 night cabin retreat. My uncle and aunt are building a cabin in Fairview Canyon. We managed to miss rush hour traffic, heading out at 6:30 p.m. After a trip to the grocery store and some fast food we were on our way. It started getting dark just as we reached the turn-off. It had been a year since my mother had been to the cabin, and with it being so dark, we got turned around. What should've been a less than 2 hour trip to get there, we made it in 4. We were lost. We were in the area where the cabin was, but no clue as to where it may be. Ben, bless his heart, said a sweet prayer that we would be able to find help. Just as he finished his prayer, a cabin came into view with its lights on. I went and knocked on the door. An elderly man and his wife were there, and got out their map to see where we needed to be. We were just down the street from them. We finally got to the cabin, and that nice man came 3 times to make sure we got in okay and then to make sure we could get the generator started. He also offered for us to stay with he and his wife if we needed to.
The next day, the kids and I went out for a walk. It is so beautiful up there. Amazing. That night, after the lights were out, and I was lying there trying to keep Reese quiet, I could see a moth shadow flying back and forth, back and forth above my head. I kept looking at this tiny night light, wondering how it could be casting a shadow, as it was not very bright. The more I looked and studied, the faster I realized that it was not a moth, but a BAT flying over my head! Holy Cow! So, the lights come back on, and at 2:00 in the morning, my mother and I are on a bat hunt! What we thought we were going to do once we found it, I just don't know. I didn't rest very well the rest of the trip. We did find where it lived, though. Of course, it was at the very tip top of the unfinished ceiling. I figured it out for the small fact that there were always a pile of moth wings with no bodies next to the table. No matter how often you cleaned it up, there were more there in no time.
Add in 4 fishing trips, no fish, getting stranded in American Fork, and my foot getting a bad infection in it ... it was not the imagined "relaxation" I was so looking for.
Oh - keep reading. You need to click on "Older Posts" for how long this story goes. Don't stop on this page alone. You'd be missing out for sure!
2 comments:
I am so glad you put this story on your blog, it really takes me back to when we were kids at Ferron. Oh I miss those days. The fishing, the cabins with bats, the sometimes sleepless nights. It kind of makes me homesick. The mountains are not the same.
I meant to say, the mountains in North Carolina are not the same as the Utah mountains.
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