HOLY SMOKES! It’s been a tough couple of weeks watching the world turn. This picture was taken at the beautiful Resort at the Mountain in early August, just as the West’s big fires were starting to get wild. You can see the smoke hovering inconspicuously above a thousand shades of green.
3,000 miles away, we have family riding out Hurricane Irma in the middle of the night with their two young boys (more recently best friends from Houston caught in Hurricane Harvey). We stay up late praying for the lights to stay on in Florida, and for the morning to bring peace and what my Dad calls “First World Problems.”
Less than a month ago, Mother Nature stunned us with a full total eclipse. It was an epic show of fiery crystal imagery that drew thousands of people from every walk of life, and it will be replayed again in another 18 months over a completely different part of the world. Only a few short weeks later, a much different fireworks show is taking place as our hearts break to see Oregon’s precious forests engulfed in flames and now the ongoing hurricane crisis in the Southeast. These are “real deal” problems that reach deep in to our core and steal away the sense of security that we routinely take for granted living in the United States. All of a sudden Mother Earth sweeps in to remind us to put our grateful feet on the ground and be thankful that homework, rush hour traffic and taxes all pale in comparison to the Third World Problems that many of our friends on this planet face every day.
And if you dodge that bullet – what do you do when, in the words of Cat Stevens, “Morning Has Broken”? If you awake and realize there is still a breath within you and love all around? Maybe you hug a little tighter, try sidestepping pesky first world problems that yesterday would trip you up, and lean more in to that good life of yours. Time to dig out your clubs and take a swing on the Pine Cone Nine.
Although I was here for work, and have heard this hidden Oregon Mountain resort has changed hands and seen it’s share of ups and downs, I was perfectly enchanted and can’t think of a better place to bring my majorly blessed family to celebrate a life well-lived than the Resort At The Mountain.
Take a walk with me and I’ll give you a tour.
Let’s assume we’ve already played a match and taken a dip in the pool.
Folks who never make it farther than their patio still have a lot to enjoy, but those who stroll further will be rewarded for their efforts.
First stop, how about brushing up those dusty croquet skills?
Now we’re really ready to bring our sand volleyball “A” game and dunk it, while little tikes are making use of the nearby woodland playground.
Hungry yet? Time for a few to kick back with cool drinks and fire up the BBQ, while those with more energy perfect their putt on this pretty sweet little green, where the grass doesn’t grow high enough to make you need a Mulligan.
Dinner will be served here. Honestly, could the view get any better?
Pause to look around…
Say hi to Danny…
Let’s just stay here for awhile and enjoy watching the sun drop her shade. That’s enough for one day, time to sip a glass of wine, warm up in the jacuzzi, and hit the hay.
Good Morning Resort At The Mountaineers. Rise and shine, and pull out those putters, we have a few minutes on the Putting Garden green to warm up before our tee time on the Pine Cone Nine.
Come off the course and make a call to the first person you want to know you had the drive of your life.
Now you can meet up with me, where I’ll be on the lawn of Mallards Cafe and Pub, shaking off my shanks and thanking my lucky stars for days like this, filled with trees so big you can’t see around them and problems so small they fit in to tiny holes with flags in them.
Mother Nature and Resort At The Mountain we are indebted to you, for reminding us to hold on to each other and to ride on.