To the Moon

Right off Kit Carson Rd. rests a quiet and humble Inn, the El Monte Lodge. I check it at the office and take the gravel driveway. On the left are six units, individual adobe style duplexes. It is very homey looking. My room for the night is uniquely decorated and the artwork isn't even nailed to the walls. There is a keva fireplace in the corner that looks inviting and cozy. As I walk out of the doorway, before me is a lush grassy yard. Huge cottonwood trees loom around the perimeter. Between two limbs hang two swings – one wooden on twice, the other a modern child's basket swing. A grandfather walks along, holding the hand of his toddler granddaughter. A dog comes trotting to the scene when he whistles. They reach the swings and he tenderly places her within the care of her swing. He pushes the swing gently and then higher. “To the moon,” he shouts! “Higher” she cries between giggles. “To Venus!” he declares. She has a big, toothy grin and the cutest dimples. “To Mars” You can just see the love between the two of them.