No place like home.

There really is a place called Sherwood forest. It's as perfect as you would imagine. I have always been extremely fond of our little camping spot. It's where I spent part of every summer. There are memories there that only the trees share with us, and the sad thing is those trees are in danger of being burnt.

The hubs and I have been wanting go for a drive up there for the past several weekends. (after all the first place he told me he loved my was there ;)) Anyway we decided we would go to Eager and see how close we could get to the fire.

This was the view as we drove into Eager. I was devastated the whole time we were driving.

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As we rounded the the corner just after the lake and you can start to see the Log houses in Nutrioso the beautiful meadows were filled with smoke and it was all I could do to hold back my tears.
Side note: I do have to say we saw the cutest thing...EVER! Three mommas and their babies.


Most of you all share the same feeling, I am sure, of seeing the turn off to Sherwood Forest. I to this day get so excited to pull into camp and be the first or be greeted as we come in. It's weird to be there when nothing else is... I took a few pictures of our spot and the lodge.





We drove up as far as we could Auger Canyon, but that was barely a mile. Here is the road block, and "titty mountain". The meadow where there is ALWAYS elk. Even if it is filled with smoke.




I cry almost every time we leave Sherwood forest... Yesterday was no different. Before we left, we stopped and I said a little prayer to protect our 'home'. I heard a lady at the gas station talking on the phone. She said, "There is too much to pack. It's in the Lord's hands." I cried again thankful for what I do have, and sad because of what I might loose.