It’s the weekend – and I’m back in the mountains again, this time with the group of friends I call the Wild Women. It’s our annual fall retreat at the summer home owned by Signing Woman’s family. Four of us drove up last night though dark green pine trees and hardwoods that have turned red-gold-yellow. We arrived just as the day was turning dark and cold, and soon we were gathered by a crackling fire with bowls of squash soup. Another four friends will join us sometime today.
We woke up this morning to a light rain and fog moving across the water. I built a fire in the big stone fireplace and put on the tea kettle. We’ve had a lazy morning, lounging by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the lake. Sun is just coming out now to burn off the morning mist, and we’re talking about which hike to take.