Eleven Miles Out

We’re back from our time in the mountains. (I’ve put up some photos.) The place we originally planned to stay at had no space, so we drove further, ending up at Eleven Mile, which is, not surprisingly, at the end of an 11 mile long road. The cabin we rented was rather rustic; built in 1872, thankfully somewhat modernised. No telephone, no television and, as we were to discover, terrible beds.
On Thursday evening, we went to a small restaurant in Lake George, where we saw a beautiful sunset. We had a good meal, then headed back to the cabin, where we discovered how terrible the beds were. We both slept very badly; I looked at the clock at least every 45 minutes after 3a.m.
On Friday morning, we headed up 11 Mile Canyon, which is, rather strangely, not the same road as to Eleven Mile! It is a beautiful place; most of the photos I took are from there. It was wonderful to see a Mule Deer crossing the river. Although we were not far away, it seemed completely undisturbed by our presence, even stopping in the middle of the river for a drink. When it reached our side of the river, though, it hid in the thicket on the left of the photo.
Our afternoon was spent relaxing by the river, thinking and praying. Our impressions in prayer are in my post “Just relax…”