Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Life is better when you imagine it dream it or daydream it just the way you want it be... and thus… the gypsy girl and her beau, the Fisherman, went up-up, higher up than ever before this time, searching for new places to just be… their gypsy caravan went along winding perilous roads, and on trails along the edge of the ravine of a wild river, until it vanished into the blue… or into the green, because that’s just how that part of the world where the gypsy caravan finally rested, looked like… green green green, everything was exuberantly green!  


Except for the clear dark blue lake down below the gypsy camp!


They set out camp among all the shrubbery and tall pines and were immediately swallowed up by Nature..


They felt so small and insignificant under the spell of that forest of Douglas fir and lodgepole pine, and so fortunate to be alive, and part of this amazing beautiful world!


Cold, pristine waters… tripping through sagebrush and talus fields on wobbly knees and ankles, spooked witless by grouse bursting out of the brush beneath their feet they went... until... the calmness and picture-perfect lake… and trouts!  Lots of trouts to fish!


At an elevation of 6,900 feet.


Thin air, low temperatures, exuberant green, rosy, wind bitten faces.


The gypsy girl and her Fisherman lover stayed up high for a little too long collecting rocks and fishing, and then made their way back down the steep face of the mountain in the stumbling dusky hours…  a nice fire for warmth, awesome food and delicious company...


A humble table for two...


A meal for two...


And inside the gypsy caravan dusky light sweet aroma... cozy nights.


Breakfast are the best when in the gypsy caravan!


The girly gypsy quarters are always my favorite... colorful, glamorous, bizarre, filled with all sorts of pretty things to enhance your imagination, and quite unlike that of the Fisherman, on the opposite side of the caravan!



I liked how very messy she let it be this time!


And how the last sun of the day, always-always make fancy designs on the roof just before nightfall!


They had a beautiful time… following the Son and His light throughout the day; and the moon to give them light to dance and play, to sing their songs of love and dance around the fire...  Oh, I hope you have enjoyed my little story!  Don’t be shy!  Come along and join our gypsy caravan!  We are heading for another mountain, for another land.  And would you like to come for a ride? We'll go so high. And if you've got the faith, we'll climb up to the sky… our wagon wheels keep rollin' on.  Our caravan keeps movin' on.  Through streams and over mountains, trough valleys and over the hills, through meadows and across the plains, while our wagon wheels keep rollin' on...

Love you all!




1 comment:

  1. What a lovely way to spend time, I think I would enjoy the breakfast best.

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