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JUST WE TWO ©

When you are young and love comes your way it, is something everyone dreams of. But when you are in your fifties, after you have lost your partner one way or another, few ever think about love coming to them then. But for the rare few that it does happen to, it is a wonderful thing.

This is a story of such a couple and their families and friends. Like an eternal rose bush that gives forth its beautiful flowers all year round, so the love those two who have found each other grows. They stand back in awe each and every time another rose appears, for its more beautiful than the last. Then with a smile they know that the next one will still be even more beautiful than the one they now behold.

As I topped the mountain road I slowed down. Slowly I let my eyes take in all of the beauty that lay before me. The road started to go down very steep. I pulled over to the side of the road and parked. Putting on the brake and placing the automatic shift lever in park, slowly I let my foot come off of the brake pedal. There was a slight jump forward, and then the truck came to a solid stop. It felt good to once again be at this place in the road. I looked down the road and saw it wind itself on down the mountain to the small town at the bottom of the hill. Lifting my eyes on up above the town I could see the mountain range in the background. I flung open the door of the truck and got out.

I closed the door and almost ran around the back of the truck and came to the culvert that lay beside the road. I jumped across it and started up through the rocks and trees to the large boulders that lay just at the top. I was excited to be here again. I was soon standing on the top of the highest of the boulders, looking down at the small town a half mile down the twisting road. Memories filled my being. Slowly I let it all soak in.

I looked at all of the small houses down in the valley, and put a name to as many as I could recall. I then looked up at the majestic mountain range before me. The Continental Divide lay before me with snow on most of the higher mountains. I jumped down off of the rock and went over to where there was a brass plate a couple of feet long and a foot wide. On it was a layout of the mountain range with the names of the mountains. It was fun recalling the names of the mountains again. (Later this plaque was taken by vandals. What a loss for everyone who would come later).

Sitting down on the rock nearest the edge, I looked for my cabin down in the valley. The large Pondarosa pine in front of the cabin hid it quite well, but I could see some of it peeking back at me as I looked. My retreat lay down there waiting for me. What a decision to make, to get up, or to sit there, so I just sat there thinking about it all. Time passed and a couple of cars went by going up the hill. It was called Sunshine hill, as the sun first shone on the hill before it got high enough to shine on the town below.

Again I found myself making my way back to the truck. Getting in, I startedthe truck, released the brake and put the shifting lever in second gear.Then down the hill I went real slowly. As I rounded the bend at the bottom and came into town, it all looked the same. What a relief. Nothing ever seemed to change in this small town. For some people that might not be a good sign, but to me it felt good. Slowly I drove up the street and finally came to my cabin. I stopped the truck, got out, took down the fence gate, got back in and drove into the yard, got out and put the gate back up and turned around. I looked at the cabin and to me it was a beautiful sight.

I opened the cabin and unloaded the truck, setting up all of the stuff I had brought. Opening the curtains I looked out at the sight before me. Up the hill were the rocks on which I had been sitting a few minutes before. I sat down and enjoyed the view. Memories flooded my being as I looked at those rocks. I felt good all over.

It was up on those rocks that my bride and I sat when I first brought her to the mountains. I had told her a lot about this place and how I loved it and she really didn't know what to think about it all. We had stopped up there and had gotten out of the truck. My nineteen year old son was with us. We had married late in life and both of us had families. He was the last one at home.

She had white knuckles as we came up Sunshine Canyon. When I got close to the edge of the road she would give a little gasp. Her first time up the mountain was kind of hair-raising for her, but she was taking it all in good humor. Finally we got to the top of the hill, and she saw the small town. We got out and went over to the rocks and sat down. She fell in love with it right then and there. From then on, those rocks up at the top of the hill were her rocks. She would sit and look at them as we ate breakfast and just love them all the more.

My mind began to race on back to when we first met and then on to times before that. As I sat there looking up at the mountains all about the cabin, a love story came to me that filled my heart to the overflowing point. What a blessing it is to be loved, really loved, by one that you also love. My thoughts were of days that brought me to this point in time in my life. I leaned back in my old chair and closed my eyes, and let the pictures before my mind run wild. What a blessing.