Sunday at the Cabin

We spent the afternoon and evening with the Composer's parents at their cabin up on a creek in the hills. It's a beautiful one-hour drive, through one small town, then up into friendly little mountains and high valleys. The south slopes were covered with trees still hanging onto gorgeous leaves--the oaks are especially brilliant and late this year. The north sides were bare of leaves, and looked like winter.

We had planned on hiking, hanging out at the river, and taking some photographs, but there was enough soft rain to keep us on the porch or indoors. The boys took turns firing some kind of gun at a pie plate hanging on a tree, the girls played bingo, and the Composer and I enjoyed sitting around doing nothing at all.