It's September - a lovely time to be up in the mountains.
Along with some delightful gal pals, I hung out at a cabin
in the mountains of Southern Utah for four days.

And then there were issues requiring our solidarity . . .
and Lynnie + Janet's quilting skills:
There couldn't have been a prettier place for a cabin.
The general area is called Duck Creek Village.
The cabin goes by the name of . . .

Here's the view from the back porch:
Aspen Mirror Lake is situated just beyond the grove of trees in the above shot.
I rather think it should have been named Pine Mirror Lake,
but who asked me ?
And how can I quibble over such details when the MIRROR part of the name was so RIGHT ON?
as the day advanced to evening, and again, as the night transitioned back to morning
because the early rays of sunlight captured the mists rising from the water.

My friends snoozed during those sunrise moments.
But several of them joined me for a moonlight hike around the lake.
No photos of that night. It was a whole different sort of magic.
Even the mid-day hikes were delightful.
One never knew what surprises would present themselves around the bend.
silently saying"It's okay. I'll share my home with you."
Or, at least, that's what I'd like to believe.