I hiked the Mesa this morning to paint the sunrise, and as I was looking down into my summer home, I searched for something more tangible than a memory that I could see. The tents and bikes have all been taken home for the season, but I could barely see Dale and Olive’s camper peeking out in the lower right. They have gifted the Ranch with their art instruction for many, many years, this fall will they will teach their last class. I wonder if this is the last time I will see their camper parked here.
I was shocked to learn Dale is 85, I would have guessed 20 years younger. May we all be so involved in our lives that our activities forget to slow down as our years increase.