Last weekend we were invited over for a cookout and bonfire. Thank goodness Mike was doing all of the grilling, because the ladies were standing on the deck with mouths wide open and cameras shooting every ten seconds in order to capture just the perfect sunset picture. I looked afterward and had taken 117 photographs of the event.
The chicken was done and it was time to enjoy dinner together. That didn't stop me from running outside two more times to take additional pictures. In fact, the picture above was taken on the second trip back out just as the sun was going down behind the horizon.
After dinner we all headed out to the yard to start the bonfire and relax with good jokes, music and conversation. At one point we started doing "name your favorite 80's rock song, or name your favorite television sitcom, etc." Four of our other friends from the lake had come to join us by the fire at this point, so it was a hoot!
Before long I heard someone say, "hey look! The northern lights to the north!" There they were. Dancing in an array of different blues and greens on the northern horizon. I felt so blessed that we were being given this opportunity to not only see a beautiful sunset that evening, but now to be able to view the northern lights also? How awesome! When we had left our cabin that evening we could see storm clouds to the southwest and weren't even sure we would be able to have a sunset or a fire. Somehow God must have known how much I had looked forward to this evening all summer.
After viewing the northern lights, we enjoyed s'mores and Mike's homemade peach cobbler, homemade mango margaritas, and a few heart stopping moments by the fire.
One of those moments was when Holly gasped suddenly. Something had jumped or flown into the Mountain Ash tree directly behind her. We got the flashlight out to look into the tree and there it was! A flying squirrel was staring at all of us as it grasped onto the tree limb. I'm sure it was thinking, "Yeah? So? What are you all looking at?" In my 45 years, I had never seen a flying squirrel anywhere. Not even a zoo.
Another one of the moments was when I was sitting with my back to that same Mountain Ash tree. It is located on a steep hill in the yard with a rock wall surrounding it. Well, evidently Mike and Holly's dog, Pepper, had been stalking a mouse or ground squirrel in the rocks because all of the sudden the dog darted behind my chair chasing whatever it was. I jumped up screaming bloody murder and scared the living daylights out of Mike. Sorry Mike....
The night ended with boats leaving Mike and Holly's dock to navigate the lake at night back to our own cabins. Another great night with great friends and new memories made. Love you all!
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