This story was written for Brenda Maytum.  Her dream had always, since she was a teen, been to paint John's portrait.  This is for her........
 

I would also like to thank Susan Moyer.  She has helped on so many occasions.  She has been there for me whenever I needed her.  Not only did she help on the story, They Called Him John, she gave it life.  I gave her ideas and suggestions, and it is true I began the story, but when I "stumbled" she was there to finish it when I asked her to.  She didn't walk with it, she ran with it, like "a race with the wind".   Susan, you are a beautiful woman.   It is my great honor to call you my daughter.

NOTE: Susan didn’t know I was going to thank her until we were almost finished.
 

NOTE 2:  Since my name is on this story too, guess I can add my two cents.  While I may not have know what Diana was going to write until we were almost finished, she didn’t know what I planned until I sent her the final copy.

When Diana asked me to take over writing, The Man They Called John, I refused at first for I didn’t want to still her “thunder”.  It was enough for me to just assist with typing and editing.  Being the stubborn person she is, she finally convinced me to give it a try.  I’m thankful to Diana for the opportunity to work with a truly gifted person.  Diana, no matter what anyone says, you are a special person.  I’m proud to be able to call you, Mama.
 
 

        Brenda Maytum stood in front of her easel, brush in one hand, palette in the other.  She was studying the bare canvas as if something magical would appear.  Her gallery opening was in few days and all but this one piece had been completed.  She gazed at the paintings around the room.  A seascape caught her eye.  The white sandy beach covered with shells took her back to when she was six.  It had been her first time at the ocean.  She had gone with her grandfather to gather up shells.

        "Oh, Grandpa!  Look at this one!" Brenda had squealed as she ran to greet him with a huge clamshell.  Her grandfather told her about how some sea creatures lived in shells.  Brenda's eyes grew wide with excitement.  She wanted to find out more and her grandfather told her all about the ocean and its creatures.  It was nearing sundown when they returned to their cottage on the beach.

        Brenda's eyes wandered over to another painting, this time it was a mountain stream.  Her memories came back vividly as she remembered a time when she was twelve.  It was her first fly-fishing trip.  Her grandfather had finally consented to take her along.  He fitted her with an old pair of his hip waders that he had modified.  He led her gingerly out into the middle of the stream and instructed her on how to cast.  He handed the rod to her and on the first cast she got a strike, causing her grandfather and her to lose their balance and almost fall head first into the crystal clear Colorado stream.  The old hip waders not doing any good to help keep Brenda dry.

        "Hold on to 'em!  I got ya!" Grandpa shouted over the combination of his granddaughter's excited squeals and the now turbulent stream caused by a reluctant captive prey on the end of a fishhook.

        Grandpa held Brenda tightly as he instructed her in the fine art of fly-fishing.  After what seemed like hours, the fish gave up his struggle.  Grandpa swung around his net, scooping up the Rainbow Trout and headed back to dry land with Brenda in tow.  They weighed the trout and found it weighed twelve pounds!  That day was etched in her memory forever.  She loved her grandfather and her mountains.

        As she was brought back to reality, she viewed the rest of the pieces.  She thought again how each and every one held special memories of days gone by.  She couldn't paint this one, although discarded canvases laid in the recycling bin from failed attempts, because it held no memory of her physically being there.  She had dreamt of this place several times, but just as she was about to discover what or where it was, she awoke.  With only a short time left, she was compelled to do this "dream painting".

        In her dream world, she's in a meadow.  She knew she was out west, probably because of the mountains surrounding her.  She's walking towards a structure that resembles a house.  She can't quite make out what it is before she awakens.

        A passing car horn brings her back to reality again.  She glances out the picture window of her studio.  It was a beautiful Autumn day.  The sky was a magnificent color of blue.  Brenda often referred to it as a Colorado Blue because no where else on earth could you find this color.

        She put down her brush and palette and walked over to the window to gaze out up at the mountains.  She opened a small window to allow the Fall breeze to filter in.  Brenda heard children laughing far off in the distance.  She watched a couple of squirrels playing in a nearby Aspen tree.  She laughed at their antics as they scurried around the trunk of the tree, sort of like an animal hide and seek.

        Life was good for Brenda Maytum.  She had a family that loved her and she lived in the most beautiful place on earth, at least for her, Pueblo, Colorado.

        Her thoughts returned to the present as she remembered her unfinished task.  She stepped away from the window, as she did, she spied her Cannondale mountain bike sitting idly in a corner.

        "Ok, this is getting me nowhere. I don't want to start again today on it.  Perhaps some fresh mountain air would help clear my head," she thought to herself.   “Then I might be able to get this one completed."

        Soon she was ready to head out on her bike riding expedition.  She had slipped elbow and knee pads over her lean, well tanned arms and legs.  She had already filled her water bottle and strapped it to her bike.  She was almost ready except for a couple of things.  She picked up her trusty pocket cassette player and headset, along with her favorite tape, John Denver Greatest Hits*, already loaded.  She double-checked the batteries to make sure it was working properly, it was.  Finally, she placed her helmet over the handlebars, switched off the room light and locked the studio door behind her.

        Brenda's studio was located on the second floor.  Sometimes she wished she had chosen the first floor, but then other times she was glad she had chosen the second floor because of the view out the huge picture window that it provided.

        When she arrived safely out onto the sidewalk, she put on her headset followed by her helmet.  After checking the traffic flow, she headed for the foothills.  It was a route she had traveled frequently.

        As she neared the familiar bike path, the song The Eagle And The Hawk* began to play.  She had fallen in love with that song from the moment she heard it.  She had become a fan of John Denver's music years ago.  There was something special about it that reached her very heart and soul.  It was as though he was singing just for her.  When she wore her headset, it became even more personal.

        Brenda wasn't paying any regards to where she was riding as the sweet sound of John's singing whispered in her ears.  When the tape shut off abruptly, she ceased riding her bike.  She found herself, not on the concrete laid bike trail, but instead on a dirt path that looked seldom used.  She managed to continue to ride until the brush was too thick.  She got off the bike and walked it the rest of the way.   Glancing up at the sky, she determined she had plenty of daylight left.

        She was aware of her surroundings and read the signs that Mother Nature had provided.  She closed her eyes, filling up her senses with all the smells and sounds that she could.

        "Oh, God!  How I love being out here!" she shouted to the wind.  Then thinking to herself, "I know why John loves it so much."  She could stay here, a happy woman, for the rest of her days.

        She wasn't sure what she heard at first, it was so faint.  She opened her eyes and listened intently.  She walked in the direction of the sound.  With each step it grew louder.  She could hear it quite plainly now, it was the sound of water rushing rapidly.  She parted some overgrowth that blocked her path.  Before her stood the most beautiful waterfall she had ever seen.  Brenda gasped at the sight as she slowly walked her bike to the river's edge, never once taking her eyes off the 50-foot high cascading flow of water.  She had never been this far off the bike trail before and now she was glad she chose today to take that chance.  She laid her bike down, sat down near the water's edge, took off her hiking boots, socks, knee and elbow pads.  She tested the water and to her amazement she found it was warm.  She figured there might be some sort of hot springs feeding into it.

        On a sudden impulse, she decided to shuck her clothing and go skinny-dipping!  She quickly looked around, took off her khaki shorts and top.  Then removed her undergarments and tucked them neatly under her clothes.  She walked to a ridge that over hung the river and with the grace of a professional, she dove headfirst into the crystal clear water.  It felt so refreshing over her hot skin.  Another childhood memory was triggered without warning.  She was again with her grandfather.  They were swimming in a lake in the mountains, much like this one.  She was showing him how well she could dive.  She did a perfect swan dive, only rivaled to an Olympian.  A perfect ten in her grandfather's eyes.  Her thoughts returned to the present day.  She felt herself tiring so she headed back to the riverbank.  Peering to make sure no one was around, she scampered and hurriedly got dressed.

        Brenda laid on her back enjoying the clouds that had formed.  Not menacingly ones like rain, but billowy ones like cotton.  She could picture anything with her imagination.  She opened up her tape player, turned the tape over and placed the headset over her ears.  She let John's music carry her away into a dream sleep.

        She found herself once again in a meadow, the scent of Columbine filled the air.  She walked towards the unrecognizable structure, only this time it started to take shape.

        As she approached, she noticed it was a log cabin.  She gingerly meandered around the outside studying the structure.  It had been well built, resembling the log homes of yesteryear, when settlers first traveled West to start new beginnings.  There were no visible signs of modern construction.  She knew this home was built out of love.

        The cabin, she estimated, was about twenty to thirty square feet.  She tried to peer into a window to take a look at the inside, but abandoned the notion.  Although the cabin was soundly built, because of the years of misuse, grim had accumulated on the windows.   She strolled onto the porch and very carefully tried the front door, only to find it locked.  Who had built this home?  What happened to them?  Why did they leave it?

        Just as quickly as she had fallen asleep, she awoke with the din of the tape player in her ears.  She remembered the dream and was eager to rush back to her studio to put it on canvas.  She half ran with her bike along the path, scrapping her arms and knees.  In her haste, she had forgotten to replace the protective pads.

        Before long, she was once again riding her bike at a much faster pace than when she started her trek.  She didn't want to lose any of the details from her dream.  She rushed up the stairs towards her studio and fumbled with the keys in her pocket.  She almost dropped them in her excitement but grabbed them before they had a chance to hit the floor.  She unlocked the door, sat her bike down and went hastily over to the easel.  She picked up her palette and brush and began to give the canvas life.  She knew when she was finished, it would be a work of not only art, but one of love as well.

        Halfway through the piece, her phone began to ring.  She glanced at the wall clock and realized she should have been home hours ago.  She couldn't leave now, the picture was beginning to take on character.  She allowed the answering machine to retrieve the call.

        "Brenda?  Are you there?  It's Jesse, I called your house but they said you hadn't returned home yet.  They said you must be working late.  Don't you ever check your messages?  I must have left you about half a dozen.  I won't disturb you, but I have some exciting news to tell you!  Guess who's coming to the opening on Saturday?"  The woman's voice on the other end of the phone asked, almost hysterically.

        Brenda put down her painting tools and walked over to the answering machine.  She recognized the voice to be that of her friend and gallery owner, Jesse Hewitt.  She was a sweet lady and Brenda owed her a world of gratitude.  She graciously allowed Brenda to exhibit her artwork at no cost.  Jesse was well off due to her late husband's estate.  Brenda was much more than a client, even more than a friend, she was like the daughter she never had and always wanted.  However, sometimes Jesse had a tendency to over react.

        "Brenda, will you please pick up!!!  John Denver is coming to your opening!!" Jesse almost screamed into the mouthpiece.

        Brenda sat down on a chair next to the phone.  With a shaky hand, she picked up the receiver.  "What did you say?  John Denver's coming to the opening?  Are you sure....?  When....where....why....?  This better not be a hoax or I'll....." Brenda's voiced trailed off as the news started to sink in.

        "No hoax, I swear.  I got a call from his office this afternoon.  It seems he wants to redecorate his Aspen home.  He is always, according to his office, looking for new talent.  It's Mr. Denver's way of encouraging people to live up to their dreams.  Are you going to be ready by Saturday?  That only gives you two more days.  Brenda, this could be your big break!  I'll send someone around tomorrow to pick up your artwork you've completed.  The rest I expect no later than seven thirty Saturday morning in order to have everything ready in time.  Mr. Denver is due at 9:00pm.  His office said he is usually prompt.  I'll see you then.  Good luck, Honey.  I know how much this means to you," Jesse said, really wanting the best for Brenda.

        "Yes....everything will be ready.  I'm working on the last piece now.  I don't know what to say....you have done so much for my family and me.  How can I ever repay you?"  Brenda almost sobbed.

        "Hey, they called me, remember?  You just do a great show.  I love you," Jesse told her friend before she hung up.

        "I love you too!" Brenda managed to say before they got disconnected.

        After she hung up the receiver, she let out a squeal of delight.  Much like she did when she was a small child.  She quickly phoned home to tell her family about the exciting news, which they already knew, but they pretended not to.  She also informed them she would be spending the night at the studio to finish her current painting.  She told each of her children that she loved them and to be good for their Daddy.

        She went over to her huge John Denver collection and selected her favorite C.D., Farewell Andromeda*.

        She worked diligently throughout the night.  Occasionally interrupting her work to change her c.d. player or brew herself some tea.  She ignored the persistence of her grumbling stomach as it protested the lack of food.  That would have to wait until her task was completed.  She grew weary and her muscles cried out for a hot shower and the thoughts of her husband's massages enticed her.  Still she couldn't leave her creation.  She didn't want to take the chance of it not drying in time for her show.

        By sunrise her artwork was finished.  She switched off the room light, but there was just enough illumination through the window as the sun began to shine on the mountains, for her to make her way to the sofa and to see the answering machine.  She hit the replay button and as she drifted into a much needed rest, the words of Jesse telling her "John Denver is coming to your opening....", was the last thing she heard.

        The street noises and the aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls wafting up from below awoke Brenda to a new day and a new beginning.  Sometimes she reflected on her career and wondered if what she were doing would satisfy her.  Last night she was shown the answer.  Yes, this is what she needed to fulfill her life.  She smiled as she stretched and rubbed her blood shot eyes, but she knew last night was worth losing a little sleep over.

        A knock on her door interrupted her contemplation.  "Yes?  Who is it?"  Brenda called out to the person behind the door, mentally noting she was glad it was self-locking.  She sprang to her feet, reached for her purse and dug out her brush to fix her long chestnut hair.  She quickly retied it with the white ribbon that lay at her feet.

        "We're here to pick up your artwork, Ms. Maytum.  We're from the Hewitt Art Gallery," a young male voice announced as Brenda peered through the door's peephole.  There were two men, one she recognized from seeing at the gallery as Tommy.  She didn't know the other man.  She opened the door and invited them in.

        "Ms. Maytum, this is Steve.  He's new, but he knows about handling artwork.  He used to work in New York City," the sandy haired Tommy said introducing his partner to Brenda.

        "Glad you could help Tommy, Steve.  I just have to get them ready.  I have the crates over here," she pointed to wooden crates stacked in tiers of two's.  "It won't take long."

        The men began helping Brenda by carefully placing the 20x36 paintings into the crates.  There were twenty-five pieces in all, including the one she had just completed.  She simply called it The Cabin Home.  Not quite dry, Brenda decided to wait until later to take it to Jesse’s.

        Several trips were made from her studio, to the van, to the gallery.  She accompanied the men on their last trip to the gallery.  Jesse was waiting for them as they arrived.  A sly grin spread across her face.  She was standing in front of the gallery's display window.  Brenda saw the grin on her friend's face and asked, "Ok, what are you up to?  I know that look!"

        "Oh, you'll see soon enough!" Jesse said as she embraced her.

        After Brenda released her, Jesse stepped aside to reveal the surprise she had been hiding.  Brenda gasped as she stared through the window.  There before her stood an 11x14 photograph of herself.  Below it the caption read:
 
 

        Tears sprang to her eyes as she hugged Jesse.  "Thank you," was all she could manage to whisper.

        "Brenda, listen to me.  You're like the daughter I was never blessed with.  You have talent, that much I know.  It is up to you how you chose to use it," Jesse said patting her back.  “I’ve been in contact with fine art dealers and collectors for weeks and have had many favorable responses already.  Everyone is excited about seeing your work.  I’m afraid some will have to be excluded due to the fire codes!  Unless of course, you wish to have your show held over, but I don't think you will have much, if anything left."

        "I don't know what to say," Brenda said, letting the tears flow freely.  Her smile was like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day.

        "Take off the rest of the day.  You deserve it.  Rest and relax.  Oh, by the way, Mr. Denver won't be coming at 9:00....."  Brenda's face showed the disappointment she felt.  Jesse continued, "Oh, he's still coming, only at 8:00 instead of 9:00.  He wanted to meet you before the opening.  So can you be here at by 6:30?  The caterers are suppose to arrive and I may need help."

        "It's the least I can do to help.  I promise I'll be here with Ken.  We're going to let the kids spend the night with their friends.  I'll be nervous enough without having to keep an eye on them," Brenda answered, as she walked back towards the van with Jesse.

        "That sounds super," Jesse told her as they embraced one more time.  "I'll see you tomorrow night.  Tommy will take you back to your studio."

        Tommy was already behind the wheel as Brenda climbed in.

        As they traveled back to Brenda's, they were both lost in their own private thoughts.  In a few minutes they arrived at the studio.

        "Someday," she thought, "I'll have my very own place.  Perhaps somewhere up in the mountains, with my home nearby."

        She thanked Tommy as she got out.  An idea was formulating in her mind as she sprinted up the staircase.  Actually she had wanted to do it ever since yesterday, but had needed to finish her phantom dream painting first.  She again gathered up all her bike gear plus her headset, only this time she grabbed a sketchbook and drawing pencils as well and put them in her saddlebag.

        Brenda set out towards the bike path, through the overgrown trail and to the beauty beyond, listening to John's soft voice whispering in her ears all the way.  She alit and led her bike towards the river's edge and rested there.  She reached in her saddlebag and got out the sketchbook and pencils.  She began to draw the outline of the mountain ridge.  Just as John's song, Eagles and Horses* began to play, she spotted an eagle flying towards her.  As it became clearer, she recognized it as a golden eagle.  She gasped as it reached the river, talons outstretched as it gracefully scooped up a Rainbow Trout for its supper.  Brenda's fingers worked feverishly to capture the moment forever.  Almost as quickly as it appeared, the bird of prey banked and headed towards the woods on the other side of the river.

        Within an hour's time, she had a rough draft.  She would add colors and highlights when she returned to her studio.  She loaded up her gear, carefully putting her pad and pencils back into their bag for safekeeping, and headed back.  She realized she hadn't eaten at all and the hunger pains weren't to be denied again.  She would go home tonight and fix a meal fit for royalty.

        As she guided her bike up the stairs and unlocked the door, she heard a thud from inside.  There, as she opened the door, on the floor laid her freshly finished painting, The Cabin Home, face down on the floor.  She reasoned the wind from the opened window must have blown it off the easel.  She prayed it had time to dry and would survive.  To her dismay, when she reached it and turned it over carefully, she noticed that it had landed in something liquid.  Heartbroken, she sat down on the floor, weeping uncontrollably.  All her hard work was destroyed due to her own negligence.

        Brenda didn't hear anyone behind her until she felt a hand on her shoulder.  It was Ken, her husband.  He had come to see how things were progressing, only to find his wife sitting on the floor sobbing.  He helped her up after taking the painting from her hands and laying it on the floor.  He held her gently in his arms.

        "Ken, please take it away.  I can't bear to look at it," Brenda asked between sobs.

        "I'm so sorry, Honey.  It looks like you put your greatest effort into that painting. I'll be right back," he told her as he released her hold and with care picked up the dripping artwork.  He took it over to the window.  "I don't know what this stuff is on it, but I'm afraid to put it outside if it's toxic, someone or animal might get in it and cause harm.  Let's wait until morning to dispose of it.  Honey, you have all those other great pieces.  I can't tell you I know what you are feeling, I can only imagine.  I think it's time for a home cooked meal, only tonight, I'm the chef.  I'll give you a massage after you soak in the tub for an hour."

        Brenda loved her husband so much.  He always knew just what to do or say to cheer her up.  She agreed and they left in their '87 Jeep Cherokee for home.

        Ken asked her what she wanted for supper.  She told him, although it was the beginning of October, a cookout sounded great.  He instructed her to go relax in her bath and he would take care of the rest.

        Brenda walked into their bedroom to find a big box on the bed.  Her curiosity got the best of her.  Examining the package, she discovered it had her name on it.  She found, hiding inside the white tissue, a beautiful black velvet gown.  It was strapless and low cut, she also saw that it had a matching jacket.

        When she heard footsteps, she quickly replaced the lid and hurried into the bathroom.  To her delight, the water was drawn, her favorite bath crystals added, candles were lit around the room and John's music softly playing on a c.d. player.  Brenda loved that Ken could still be romantic at times.  She loved him even more for it.  Part of her wanted to cry again at such thoughtful gestures, but the other part, the sensible part, told her to climb into the tub and relax.  She unclothed and slid silently into the foam.  She closed her weary eyes and listened as John sang For You*.  She felt like she had died and gone to Heaven.  The water felt so refreshing, she almost fell asleep.

        The call from Ken that supper was ready, jolted her awake.  She found a towel beside the tub and wrapped herself in it.  Her chestnut hair had been pulled up in what was a droopy ponytail.  She debated, as she stopped by the bed, as to whether she should try on the evening gown.

        "Well," she thought.  "It appears to me that Ken wants me to wear this tonight.  Why else would he have put it on the bed?"

        She donned the gown, brushed her hair out into long waves down her back, then decided instead to pull it up into a French twist.  She added makeup and as she searched her costume jewelry for something suitable, Ken walked into the room wearing a black tux!  He looked so handsome, she felt herself tingle all over.

        "You look beautiful, Honey.  The kids were right, you're a knockout in that dress.  But there's a few things missing," Ken told her holding out a box in each hand.  He offered her the bigger of the two.  Brenda accepted it and found black heels to match the dress.  She tried them on and they fit perfectly.  He offered her the other box, which looked very much like a jewelry box, but he opened it before she could.  The contents revealed a strand of cultured pearls and diamonds.  There were earrings to match.  Brenda couldn't believe her eyes.

        "But Ken, how can we afford all of this?  It must have cost a king's ransom!" She exclaimed.

        "Nothing is too good for my wife.  I took a part-time job.  We still have our savings, don't worry.  Besides, it's not everyday a man has the chance to give his wife beautiful things.  I just wish I could do it more often.  Tomorrow night John Denver is going to meet MY wife," he said with a wink and a grin.  Tears threatened to come, but Brenda held them back.  Ken placed the strand of pearls around her neck.  She placed the earrings in her ears as they both stood in front of the full-length mirror.  They made a beautiful couple.

        "I love you Ken, thank you," Brenda choked back the tears again.

        "I love you as well, Brenda.  You have always been my best girl," Ken told her as they kissed and embraced.

        They dined on hot dogs, hamburgers, chips and iced tea.  After the dishes were done, they retired to the bedroom where Ken massaged Brenda's shoulders after they had changed clothes.  Brenda fell asleep in the security of Ken's arms.

        She awoke with a start, something had stirred her.  She turned to discover Ken had left.  How long had she been asleep?  She looked out her bedroom window and realized it was past noon, according to the position of the sun.  She had to get ready, she still had that drawing of the waterfall to complete.  She quickly dressed in a green plaid shirt and jeans.  She pulled her hair back into a ponytail.  She put on her hiking boots and was ready to go to her studio.  Ken had taken his Chevy truck, so Brenda climbed into the jeep, drove the short distance and parked.  She raced up the stairs and unlocked the door, hesitating for a few seconds before entering, hoping that Ken had indeed removed the painting.  As she stepped over the threshold, she looked around the room.  There were no signs of it anywhere.  Her drawing sat on the easel, ready for her to begin.  She wondered if she had time to start on a replacement for The Cabin Home.  She glanced at the clock, 2:30.  Four hours away from when she had promised Jesse she would be at the gallery.  She decided she couldn't even get it half way done.  Perhaps she could start on it another day.  One day when she wouldn't feel hurried.  It would have to wait until she had more time.  For now, she would concentrate on her drawing.

        By the time 5:30 rolled around, she had completed the last hues of the soft pastels to her artwork.  It was time to frame it.  She kept frames hanging high on a wall to keep them out of the way.  She found an old ladder that she should have thrown out long ago.  She moved it over to the frame wall.  She climbed the rungs.

        "One more step...." Brenda mentally told herself.  ".....just a little bit farther....I can touch the outer rim if I lean.....oh......so slightly...."  She looked down, it was a good five feet down from the ladder.  She heard the crack and knew she was in trouble.  To late, she fell with a sickening thump to the floor.  She tried to stand but the pain was too severe.  She knew she either had broken her left leg or sprained it very badly.  It felt like somebody had hit her with a hot poker.

        "Oh, no!  Of all the times for something like this to happen!  In forty five minutes I'm suppose to meet Jesse!" She exclaimed out loud.  She dragged herself over to the table where the phone sat.  She pulled the cord until the phone hit the floor with a clang.  Who should she call first?  Ken, 911 or Jesse?  Her mind was racing.  She decided to call 911.  They could evaluate the injury and perhaps she could still make it to the gallery.    And she could call her husband and friend from the emergency room.

        By now she could feel her leg swelling through her jeans.  She tried to block out the pain, she couldn't pass out.  She remembered that the door was self-locking and they couldn't get in.  She told the paramedics who she was, the address and what happened.  They informed her they would be there in five minutes.  Waves of nausea swept over her like a turbulent ocean.

        She used her dwindling strength to drag herself over to the door.  She was thankful her muscles were strong from cycling.  Brenda used both hands to pull on the door handle allowing herself to stand on one foot.

        Her ordeal left her physically drained and seconds appeared to be like hours.  She leaned against the door, silently praying for the paramedics to arrive soon.

        Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by pounding on the door, followed by, "Brenda Maytum?  We are from the Pueblo Rescue Squad.  Are you able to assist us?  Ms. Maytum, can you hear me?"

        Brenda breathed a sigh of relief.  She used the last of her remaining strength to unlock the door, as it opened, she collapsed into the rescuer's arms.  He gently laid her on a stretcher that he and two other paramedics provided.  They were in charge now and she was grateful.  She closed her eyes as they assessed her injury.  She could hear them talking to the hospital, repeating things over again.  She heard them say she might have a very bad sprain or possible broken leg.  One rescuer started an IV while another cut her pants leg to check how bad the damage was.  He told the others it was swollen and bruised pretty bad.  He proceeded to place an ice compress on her leg to keep the swelling down.

        Within minutes she was carried to the waiting ambulance.  She felt the pain more severely when they had slit her pants leg, even after they had splinted it.  She tried to think clearly as she questioned one of the EMT’s.

        "Would someone please call my husband?  He has a pager.  How long do you think this will take?  I'm supposed to have an opening at the Hewitt Art Gallery tonight.  I have to be there," she said between waves of throbbing pain.

        "Ms. Maytum, we have already notified your husband.  He's on his way.  He is enroute to the hospital.  The whole town's talking about your opening.  I'm afraid you're not going to make it," one of the EMT's, named Rick told her.

        Brenda said to herself, "Wild horses couldn't drag me away!"  She wouldn't miss tonight, the biggest night of her life.

        She didn't have long to wait before they stopped in front of the emergency room doors.  She was immediately rushed into an exam room and told that someone would take her for x-rays.  Brenda made a feeble attempt at thanking them.  One EMT closed the curtains behind him to give her privacy.  She lay there chiding herself for being so clumsy.  Ken had warned her months ago to get rid of that old wooden ladder, but she hated to throw anything away.  Oh, well, what was done was done.  She had other things to ponder about.  She wanted to cry, not only because of her injury, but also because of the lost dream painting, the waterfall sketch, her first solo opening and of course, meeting John.

        Her thoughts were interrupted by a stir of the curtains and the familiar voice asking where his wife was.  As the curtains parted, there stood Ken decked out in a tux.

        "Oh, Ken, I was so stupid!  I should have taken your advice and thrown out that old ladder months ago.  Now look!  Did you call Jesse and tell her what happened?  I wanted this so badly, it was my chance to meet John and possibly have him purchase some of my pieces," she sobbed.

        Ken sat gently on the gurney, cradling his wife as he stroked her hair.  "Hush, now.  If it's anyone's fault, the blame should fall on me.  I should have insisted that you discard that old ladder or done it myself.  I called Jesse and told her about the accident.  She wanted to know if you were all right.  She said not to worry, she had everything under control.  She wished you well and hoped your leg wasn't broken.  She said she would explain to the guests what had happened, even John.  But I know you, nothing would stop you tonight!  So.....I brought your gown and everything that goes with it, including hose, shoes and makeup.  By the way, I thought it best not to call the kids.  They were all at their friends' homes and I didn't see any need.  Brenda, no matter what, I'm with you and always will be here for you," Ken said in a husky voice.

        An intern came into the room and announced he was to wheel Brenda down for x-rays.  With Ken on one side and the intern on the other, they gently lowered her into the wheel chair and put the leg rest up.

        It was 7:10 by the time she returned to her room.  Shortly a doctor came in, looked at her chart and simply informed her that her leg was not broken, it is only severely sprained.  He gave her instructions not to walk or stand on it unless she was wearing a "moon boot" he fitted her with.  It was 7:30 by the time she was ready to leave the emergency room.  Ken helped her find the ladies’ room and handed her the bag with all of her clothing and apparel in it.  She didn't have much trouble washing, putting on her makeup, fixing her hair, and putting on her gown.  She put on her earrings and began to put on her stockings.  She stopped, how could she possibly wear a high heel with a moon boot?  It would make her lop-sided and could put added weight on her injury.  She only had one choice, her hiking boot!  They didn't have time to go back home and besides she didn't have anything there.  At least her moon boot and hiking boot were both black and about the same height.  She gathered up her belongings and put them into the bag, took a long breath and opened the door.  Ken had to chuckle a bit at her.

        "I must say, those shoes go great with that dress!"  He winked then hurried onto a more serious note, “I signed you out and got your medication.  Are you ok?"

        Brenda took his teasing good naturally.  She nodded as he took the bag containing her things.  "Oh, I almost forgot, would you please help me with my necklace?"  She asked him as they exchanged her jewelry case for her bag full of clothes.  Ken placed the pearls around Brenda's neck and kissed her nape, sending shivers down her spine.  He still knew how to make her feel special.  Even wearing an evening gown with a hiking and a moon boot.

        They slowly made their way towards the exit doors.  Ken gently helped Brenda into their Jeep Cherokee and closed the door for her.  She leaned her head against the seat as Ken went around to get in on the driver’s side.  As they pulled away from the hospital, she glanced at the time.  It was 7:35.

        “Do you think we will make it before 8:00?”  She asked, looking at her husband worriedly.

        “Oh, we will,” Ken took her hand and squeezed it lightly.  “You just relax and let me worry about the driving.”

        Brenda didn’t argue.  She leaned her head back again and closed her eyes.  She silently prayed that there would be no more mishaps and the rest of the evening would go smoothly.

        Before she knew it, they had pulled up in front of the gallery.  It was ten minutes before 8:00.  Jesse came rushing out to meet them.  “Oh, Brenda.  Are you all right?  What happened?  I was so worried about you.  Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

        Brenda smiled at her friend’s endless questions.  “I’m fine, Jesse.  It is only a severe sprained.  The leg isn’t broken.  The doctor gave me this moon boot to wear.  You know I wouldn’t miss this for anything.  Not with John Denver coming.”

        “Yes, I do know that.  You are too strong-willed sometimes,” Jesse gave Brenda a hug.

        Ken had gotten out and now came around to open the door for Brenda.  Ken and Jesse carefully assisted Brenda from the jeep and safely to the sidewalk.  Steve, Tommy's friend, was acting as valet for the night.  He was dressed in a black tuxedo.  Ken handed his key to him.  As Steve got into the jeep, a gold Porsche pulled up behind it.  They could see there were two people inside.  Brenda let out a gasp as she recognized who they were.

        She grabbed Ken's arm and whispered excitedly, “It’s Annie and John Denver!  I can't believe it!  They're here.  Quick, somebody pinch me!”

        Annie and John walked over to where Jesse, Brenda and Ken were all standing.   Annie looked beautiful in her royal blue, low-cut dress with a matching shawl and high heels.  A golden pendant and diamond earrings completed the assemble.  John was dashing in his black tuxedo.  They all introduced themselves.  John joked with Brenda about her choice of “footwear”.

        “I must say, I try to keep up with today’s fashion, but I never heard of combat boots with an evening gown.  Better watch it Brenda, the women will flock the stores now!”  John winked at her.

        Brenda smiled as the pain was starting to return.  Ken and John both noticed.

        “Excuse me, Mr. Maytum.  May I escort your beautiful wife into the gallery?  I think she may need to sit down,” John asked Ken as he took Brenda’s arm.

        Ken had no objections, "Sure, but please call me Ken."

        "Only if you will use our first names with us," John replied, reaching into his car for the guitar he always carried.  He didn’t want to leave it out in the cold..  Ken nodded his consent.

        “Excuse me, Annie.  May I escort you in as well?” Ken offered his arm to Annie.  She smiled and accepted his offer.

        “Let me show you where to take her, Mr. Denver,” Jesse offered, leading the way.  She smiled as they passed Tommy, a doorman for the night.  He looked spiffy in his tuxedo.  He returned her smile as he readied his station.  It was his job to check the guest’s invitation against the list that he had.  As they walked in, they could hear John’s music playing softly.

        Annie and Ken went off to view Brenda’s work.  Annie commented to Ken, “I love her use of colors.  Such passion.  What is that painting on the easel?”

        Ken just smiled and explained, “It’s a surprise for Brenda.  She has no idea about it.  That’s why Jesse ushered John and her into her office.  It will be revealed later."

        As Ken escorted Annie around the room, Jesse led Brenda and John to a small, but neat office.  She pulled three folding chairs out of the closet and instructed Brenda to sit down on one and put her foot up on another.

        "Now, Brenda, we don’t want you to get that foot swollen even more.  I know it must be painful.  Do you have anything for the ache?” Jesse asked, clucking over her like a mother hen.

        Brenda smiled and nodded.  “Ken has my medicine though.  I think it is time I took some.  My foot is throbbing,” she replied as she sat down and put her foot up.

        “I’ll go get it.  Won’t be a minute.  I know what it feels like to have a hurt foot,” John stated, setting his guitar down before opening the door.

        “No!  I’ll go.  You two just sit here and get acquainted.  I’ll be right back,” Jesse uttered quickly, shooing him away from the door.  She was gone in an instant.

        “Well, looks like it’s just us,” John sat down beside Brenda.  “How did you get hurt?  If I may ask?”

        Brenda blushed as she explained how she had fallen off a ladder and sprained her foot.

        After a while, it was like they were old friends, reuniting for the first time after a long absence.  John had Brenda laughing so hard, she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

        Jesse came back with a pain tablet, a glass of water and an ice bag.  Brenda thanked her and swallowed the pill.  Jesse announced that they should stay here and let Brenda’s foot rest.  It was almost 9:00 and showtime.  She told them to make their entrance when they heard their names being called.  They were both agreeable to the suggestion.

        John took the ice bag from Jesse.  He gently removed Brenda's moon boot and carefully placed the ice on her leg which was badly swollen and turning a deep shade of purple.

        As Jesse left to join the milling guests that had started to arrive, Brenda turned to John.

        “John, I want to thank you for coming.  It is a great honor for me to have you here.”

        “The pleasure is all mine,” he replied with a grin.  “From what I saw on our way to the this office, you have great talent.  I’m tempted to tell Jesse to send the guests home and cancel the show.  I’ll buy every painting myself.  But it wouldn’t be fair to deprive the others of your wonderful talent.”

        Brenda smiled at him bashfully.

        Jesse had left the office door opened when she left.  Now they could hear her asking for everyone’s attention.  Soon it would be time for them to make their appearance.  John carefully put the moon boot back on Brenda's foot.

        “Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention.  Tommy, will you please turn off the music,”  Jesse waited a few seconds as the guests stopped their conversations and turned to look at her.  “First, I would like to thank each of you for coming.  I know you won’t be disappointed.  Now, I would like to introduce the very talented artist whose work is on display tonight.  She is a very special friend of mine.  She has wanted to be an artist since she was a little girl.  This is her first solo gallery opening and Hewitt Art Gallery is very pleased to have the opportunity to show her work.  Despite an accident she had earlier today, she bravely came tonight.  Also, this evening, we have a very special guest.  His songs are heard around the world.  He is an activist of environmental and humanitarian causes.  Without further ado, I proudly present Mrs. Brenda Maytum and Mr. John Denver.”

        Hearing their names, Brenda and John left the office as the crowd applauded.  John held Brenda’s arm in his to lend her support.  They slowly made their way towards Jesse.  They were almost there when Brenda stumbled against John and would have fallen had it not been for him holding her.  She looked at him with an embarrassed smile and whispered, “Thank you.”  John smiled back with an encouraging look.

        The remaining few feet were covered as quickly as Brenda could limp.   John released her arm when they were standing beside Jesse.  Brenda turned towards the crowd.  She was amazed how many had come.

        “I appreciate each of you for coming.  As Jesse was saying, I sprained my foot earlier tonight.  But nothing was going to keep me from being here,” Brenda looked around the room.  She caught sight of her father and sister standing with Annie and Ken on the sidelines; she gave them a smile as she continued.  “As long as I can remember, I have wanted to be an artist.  My career got sidetracked a little as I first married my wonderful husband and then had our children.  Now that they are grown a little, I have the time to concentrate.  It hasn’t been easy for them but they have been extremely supportive and patient when I gave up time with them to work on a painting.  Most of these pieces bring back fond childhood memories.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed painting them.  I will be happy to answer any questions.  Thank you.”

        "Now, please continue to browse around and enjoy the fabulous array of food and drinks.  Both Brenda and myself will be glad to assist you.  In an hour, we will reveal an extra special piece that we will be auctioning off,” Jesse looked at Ken and gave him a wink as the guests resumed their milling.

        Brenda’s puzzled expression told everyone that she didn’t have a clue as to what was going on.  The only special painting she knew of had been destroyed that morning.  She looked at Ken quizzically as she spoke to Jesse, “What are you talking about?  What special piece?”

        “It’s a surprise.  You’ll just have to wait and see,” Jesse grinned at her as Annie and Ken joined them.

        “What are you two up to, Ken?”

        A guest asking Jesse some questions interrupted them.  She excused herself to help.

        “Oh, nothing,” he replied bemusedly looking everywhere but at her.  “We just thought it would be nice to auction off one of your pieces to raise money for a cause of your choice.  Knowing how strongly you feel about helping when you can, we knew you would not object.”

        Brenda felt there was more to the story, but decided not to pursue it for now.  Instead, she turned to Annie and said, “I hope Ken hasn’t been boring you.”

        “Not at all,” Annie told her.  “In fact, I was telling him how much I love your paintings.  Your use of colors is wonderful.”

        “Thank you,” was all Brenda could say.

        John, who had been watching with a bemused look, joined in, “I agree with Annie.  The colors are splendorous.  I already see some that I would like to purchase.”

        Brenda could hardly believe what she heard.  Before she could think, she blurted, “You mean you want to display them in your house?”

        “No, I am going to hide them in my closet,” John teased her.  “Honestly, they eloquently convey your passion.  I would love to display them in my home.”

        It was the greatest compliment Brenda could have received.

        They had joined the guests in wandering around the gallery.  Being mindful of her hurt foot, they took their time, stopping now and then to give Brenda a chance to rest.  John now stopped in front of the seascape painting.  “You can feel the delight and wonder of the little girl showing her grandfather her newfound treasure.  The emotions are so pure and simple.”

        Brenda explained to Annie and John the story behind the piece.   She told them it had been her first time at the ocean.  They continued to view the other paintings with Brenda giving some background on each.  As they made their way around the room, they helped themselves to the refreshments that the waiters from the catering company were offering on trays.  Brenda took time to answer the occasional question from the patrons.  She knew it would not be fair to ignore them.

        Her sister and father now joined them and Brenda made introductions.  She explained that her brothers were not able to come because they lived out of town.  One of her other sisters were away on an anniversary trip while another was home with sick kids.  Her father apologized for their being late to arrive.  They had had to stop and pick up some medicine for the kids.  Brenda’s father told her that Ken had called and explained about her accident.  He looked at her now with a twinkle in his eyes.

        “When Brenda was a little girl, she was always getting into trouble for climbing on things.  It didn’t matter what it was....a stack of books, shelves, chairs, trees....if  it could be climbed, Brenda had to try,” he gave her a wink.  “Oh, the stories I could tell.”

        “We don’t need to hear those now, Dad,” Brenda said firmly.

        She was saved from further embarrassment as Jesse came up.  She informed them it was almost time for the auction.  Brenda’s sister and father wished her luck then went off to get a good spot to watch the auction.

        “Jesse, if I may, I would like to perform a song before you start,” John offered looking at Brenda.

        “I would be pleased to have you do that,” Jesse accepted graciously with a smile.

        “Great.  Let me go retrieve the guitar from the office.  Be right back,” John quickly strode off.

        "I'll go get things ready while we wait for John," Jesse hurriedly said with a quick glance at Ken.  She had seen the look in Brenda's eyes.  One that indicated she was about to ask questions.

        Jesse was right, Brenda was still confused about the auction.  As she watched Jesse walk off, she asked, "Ken, will you please tell me what is going on?"

        "You'll find out soon, Honey," he grinned in reply looking at his wife.

        "But Ken, can't you at least tell me which painting is being auctioned?"

        "Nope, sorry," Ken shook his head determinedly.  "Jesse swore me to secrecy.  Besides it was her idea.  I wouldn't want to take the honor from her."

        "But Ken......," she cried, her eyes desperately looking at him for an answer.

        "No buts, I promised," Ken was saved from being grilled with further questions by John's return.

        "I'm all set," he informed them as he held up his guitar.

        Jesse came over then, "Come with me everyone."  She led them to the small platform set up at the other side of the gallery.  She indicated a spot in front for Annie and Ken.

        "Brenda and John, please join me on the stage.  Here, let me take the guitar so you can help Brenda, John."

        He handed her the guitar and she led the way.  Leaning on John, Brenda gingerly made her way up the two steps.  Jesse motioned for them to sit down in the chairs that had been placed on the platform beside the covered painting on the easel.  She handed John his guitar.

        Jesse went to the microphone.  "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention again, please.  It's time for the auction, but first, Mr. Denver has graciously offered to sing for us," clapping her hands, she turned to John.

        He got up and walked over to Jesse, "Thank you, Jesse."  Turning around to face the crowd, he continued, "It is a great pleasure for me to be here tonight.  I'm always looking for new talent.  I'm sure you will agree with me when I say that Mrs. Maytum has a wonderful endowment.  She had a dream to paint.  A dream to show the world the beauty of what is around them.  A dream she could have easily let go as life as a mother and wife took over.  Instead, she never gave up on that dream.  Tonight is the results of her hard work and desire.  Tonight her dream becomes a reality.  I would like to dedicate this song to her.  John adjusted his guitar strap and picked a few notes to check the tune.  He turned to Brenda, gave her a smile and began to sing Higher Ground*.

        Brenda, already feeling giddy from the medication she had taken and John's words, felt like crying.  As she listened to John sing, she realized he was right.  A dream of hers had come true with the help of her family and Jesse.

        Her thoughts returned to the present as John sang the last notes and the guests clapped.  He walked over to Brenda and gave her a hug.

        "Always reach for higher ground," he told her taking his seat beside her once and placing the guitar on the floor next to the chair.

        Jesse returned to the microphone, "Thank you John for that wonderful song.  And now the moment everyone has been waiting for," she announced with a quick glanced at Ken.  "Brenda, will you please join me?"

        Brenda was still confused.  Her eyes shifted from Jesse, Ken, Annie and John as if looking for answers.  Seeing none, she had no other choice.  She nodded to Jesse and slowly got up from her chair.  John stood and offered her his hand.  He assisted Brenda as she slowly hobbled over to Jesse.

        Taking her hand, Jesse softly gave it a squeeze and turned back to the crowd.  "Tonight we have a very special piece to auction off.  The proceeds will be divided between Plant-It 2000 - dedicated to planting trees; The Hunger Project - striving to end world hunger; and The Windstar Land Conservancy.  Since words can't describe this painting, the best thing to do is just unveil it.  I'll let you be the judge of the workmanship.  Ken, will you please?" Jesse asked as she waved a hand towards the easel.

        Ken strode up the steps and across the stage to the easel.  He smiled at Brenda and then carefully uncovered the painting.

        Brenda let out a gasp and put a hand over her mouth when she saw what was on the easel.  For there sat The Cabin Home.  The painting she had worked so hard on.  The painting she thought had been destroyed.  How could it be she wondered.  How had The Cabin Home come to be here?  What astonished her most was that the piece no longer appeared damaged.  What had happened to caused the amazing transformation she now saw?  She looked at Jesse then Ken with a bewildered looked on her face.

        The guests have echoed Brenda’s gasp.  They too were stunned by what they saw.  The Cabin Home now had a rainbow colored aura-radiating outwards from the center.  It appeared as if the cabin was sending out a glow.

        By now Ken had joined Brenda and Jesse.  He took Brenda in his arms and embraced her.  Before she could say anything, Ken whispered, "We'll explain later.  Just enjoy the moment for now, ok?"

        To overwhelmed to say anything, Brenda simply nodded.  Ken helped her back to her chair.  Jesse gave her a smiled and continued where she had left off.

        "Now, if everyone is ready, we will begin.  Bidding starts at $5,000," she informed the patrons.  "If you wish to increase the bid by $1,000, please raise your right hand.  So, do I hear $5,000?"

        A hand immediately went up.  It belonged to John.  Jesse asked for the next bid of $6,000 and another hand was raised.  She continued to raise the price.  The bidding became hot and competitive.  Before Brenda had time to think, the bid was up to $15,000.  John was right in the thick of things, continuously increasing the bid.  As the price approached $25,000, several bidders dropped out.  But not John.  It was as if he was determined to have this piece regardless of the cost.

        The price was now at $29,000.  Only John and one other patron was left bidding.  An older gentleman in his late 60's, an art collector, now raised the bid to $30,000.  John quickly raised his hand to increase it to $31,000.

        "We're at $31,000.  Do you wish to continue Mr. Irvine?"  Jesse looked at the older man questioningly.

        He seemed to hesitate as he considered.  Then he nodded and raised his hand.  John, needing no encouragement, immediately raised his hand.

        "I have $33,000.  Mr. Irvine?" Jesse queried.

        With a sigh, Mr. Irvine shook his head no.  He had reached his limit.

        "At $33,000.  Do I hear any more bids?"  Jesse surveyed the crowd.  Seeing no hands, "Going once......going twice......sold to Mr. Denver for $33,000.  Congratulations.  Thank you, everyone."

        The crowd dispersed to continue browsing.  Some came to get a closer look at the painting.  They marveled at its beauty.

        Brenda was shocked at the high price the piece had brought and the fact that John had made the bid.  But in her heart, she was glad John had been the highest bidder.  The painting had become special to her.  She was pleased it was going to someone special.

        Annie and John joined Brenda, Jesse and Ken.  "That's a beautiful painting, Brenda.  Does it have a title?" inquired Annie.

        "I called it The Cabin Home," she finally managed to reply after taking a deep breath.  "John, you didn't have to bid so high on it."  Brenda stood up.

        "Oh, but I did, Brenda," he told her giving her a hug.  "Not only is it a wonderful painting that anyone would be proud to display, but it is a cabin that I own.  I always wanted to have a painting of it."

        Brenda had thought she couldn't be surprised any more that night.  She was wrong.  "Ww..ha..tt...??" she stuttered disbelievingly.

        "He's right Brenda," Annie informed her with an affectionate look in her eyes.  "I would recognize that cabin anywhere.  We have some fond memories of that cabin.  How did you come to paint it?"

        "Well, it's a long story.  I had dreams of this cabin but they were always vague until the other day.  I went for a bike ride hoping to clear my mind so I could do one final piece for this show.  I came upon this beautiful waterfall," Brenda said.

        She continued as she sat down again.  Her foot was beginning to ache again.  It felt good to take the weight off of it.  "While I was at the waterfall, I must have dozed off and had the dream again.  This time I could clearly see the cabin.  Every detail of it that is in the painting.  Except for the aura.  I didn't paint it that way.  I have no idea where that came from.  In fact, I thought that piece had been ruined yesterday when it fell into something.  Jesse?  Ken?"

        "Ken, will you please explain?  I see some guests are getting ready to leave,” Jesse glanced at the door.  “I would like to see them out.  I'll give them your thanks as well Brenda."

        Brenda nodded her thanks to Jesse.

        “We have to get going as well,” Brenda’s father announced.  He leaned over and gave her a hug, as did her sister.
Brenda thanked them for coming.  She told them she would be in touch.  As they walked off,  she looked at Ken.  "Well?"

        Ken gave her a smile, "Well, I went back to your studio this morning while you were still asleep to remove the painting.  It being damaged had distressed you so much that I didn't want you to have to see it again.  That was how I found it when I arrived at your studio, Brenda.  I called Jesse to ask her about it.  She told me to bring it to the gallery.  She was as amazed as I was after I explained what happened.  The only thing she could think was that whatever chemical the piece had fallen in, caused some sort of reaction producing the rainbow effect.  We decided that it was too good to just put on display for sell.  So we thought it would be a wonderful idea to auction it as a fundraiser."

        "I don't know what to say," Brenda shook her head in wonderment.  "I'm completely amazed and overwhelmed.  John, when I dreamt of the cabin, it looked deserted but I could feel the love that must have gone into it.  I think the aura is a reflection of that love."

        "That cabin was built with a lot of love," Annie informed them, smiling at John.

        Brenda smiled inwardly, she knew that Annie and John were just friends now, but she could feel the love that was still there between them.

        "Yes, it was," John glanced at Annie.  "I only wish I had the time to spend at the cabin more than I do now."

        "Where is the cabin?  I can't understand why I dreamt of it?"  Brenda wondered.

        "Instead of telling you, how about I show you where it is?  I'll pick Ken and you up tomorrow and take you there," John offered with a grin.

        "I would love that John," answered Brenda, excited at the prospect.

        "I'll have to take a rain check," said Ken.  "I promised the kids I would take them hiking tomorrow.  But, please, do take Brenda.  She can't hike anyway even if she is wearing a hiking boot."  Ken grinned at her.

        John chuckled at the little joke.  "It's set then.  I'll pick you up at 10:00."

        "I'll be waiting," Brenda replied.  Ken gave John directions to their house.

        "Now, if you will excuse us, Annie and I must be going.  Jesse arranged a hotel rooms for us, but Annie wants to get back to Aspen tonight.  So I am going to drop her off at the airport first.”  John retrieved his guitar then continued, “I'll speak to Jesse on our way out about picking up The Cabin Home later."  Annie and John hugged both of them and left.

        "Oh, Ken, what a wonderful day it has turned out to be," Brenda exclaimed and gave Ken a hug.  "It went far beyond what I ever expected."

        "I'm so happy for you, Brenda.  Now, it's time to get you home and into bed," he instructed, taking her hand and walking towards the door.

        "I'm so excited, I'm not sure I could sleep," she answered as Jesse joined them.  "Jesse, thank you so much."

        "I told you before, you don't have to thank me.  It was all your own doing," smiled the older woman gently.  "I hear you are going to spend the day with John tomorrow.  That's fantastic."

        Brenda and Ken said their good-byes and were soon on their way.  Arriving home, Ken helped Brenda as she prepared for bed.  He brought her an ice pack and a glass of water so she could take a pain pill.  Carefully Ken placed a pillow beneath Brenda’s injured foot and put the ice on it.  The he left to get ready for bed himself.

        Brenda didn’t think she would be able to sleep.  But as her thoughts ran back through the day, she found her eyes closing.  Ken returned to find her fast asleep.  He climbed into bed beside her, being careful not to bump her foot.

        The next morning dawned bright and crisp.  Brenda debated on what to wear.  Her leg was still a little swollen.  She didn’t want to attempt to put on jeans.  That left her with choosing between sweat pants or shorts.  The weather was unseasonably warm for October so Brenda finally decided on a pair of jean shorts and a blue pullover sweater.  She carefully put on her moon and hiking boots.  The pain wasn’t as severe.  She made her way gingerly to the kitchen.   She set out glasses, bowls, spoons and the Post Raisin Bran cereal.  Ken walked in just as she was about to take the milk and orange juice out of the refrigerator.  He told her to sit down and he would make the whole-wheat toast while she poured the juice.

        Ken would pick up the kids at their friends’ home to take them all hiking.  They would have a gorgeous day for a hike.  She almost wished she could join them but quickly remembered what she would be doing instead.  As Ken put the last of the dishes away, the doorbell rang.  They went together to answer the door.  They opened it to find John dressed in jeans, a denim shirt and brown leather jacket.

        “Good morning!  Brenda, Ken!”  John exclaimed.  “Are you ready?”

        “Good morning, John.  Yes, I am all set,” Brenda told him, turning to Ken.  “I’ll see the kids and you later.”

        He kissed and hugged her, “Have fun!”

        John helped Brenda to his Porsche and closed the door.  He went around and got in the driver’s side.  Once they were settled, he pulled away.  “I hope you don’t mind flying.  I thought it would be quicker to fly to Aspen than drive.”

        “I love flying,” she replied.

        They filled the short drive to the airport with small talk about the weather.  John parked the car.  They got out and walked across the lot to the hanger where John’s Cessena was waiting.

        John carefully helped Brenda up the steps of the plane.  He ensured she was settled comfortably before taking his seat in front of the controls.  As he put on his headset, he motioned to Brenda to put on another set.  He spoke to the control tower then looked over at Brenda.

        “Ready?” John switched on the engines.  She nodded that she was.

        John taxied to the runway.  After receiving permission from the tower, he revved up the engines and took off.  Brenda admired the view from the window.

        When they were flying at the assigned altitude, John smiled at Brenda, “So, what do you think?”

        “Oh, John, it is beautiful!” she cried looking out the window.  “I’ve always loved flying but never have seen the view from the front.”

        “I know,” he looked at her with a smile.  “Sometimes when things get too stressful and I need a break, I’ll bring the plane up for a spin.  I find it so relaxing and all my worries slip away.”

        “I can see why.  John, tell me more about the cabin.”

        “Well, there’s not a whole lot to tell.  Annie and I bought it from an elderly couple back when we first moved here.  The couple had built it when they first got married.  They had had many wonderful times in the cabin and didn’t want to sell it to just anyone.  But they could tell Annie and I would take care of the place.  They sold it to us and wished us many years of pleasure.  I can say it has given us many.”

        “Even in my dreams, I could sense the love that was there and all the warm memories that must have been collected,” Brenda stated.

        “One of my fondest memories is the time we first brought Anna Kate and Zak to the cabin.  They really thrived up there.  The look of joy on their faces as they discovered something new was a pleasure to watch.  They were both young enough that it didn’t take much to fill them with delight.  Finding a flower always set Anna Kate into squeals of laughter and Zak would watch insects crawling along for hours.  Oh, the wonders of children.  How easy for them to live in a carefree world.  Then there was the year we decided to spend Christmas at the cabin.  Zak was all worried that Santa wouldn’t find us and he wouldn’t get any presents.  So I put up this big sign in the yard that Santa couldn’t miss.  Needless to say, Santa had no trouble finding us and Zak got his presents,” John chuckled as he recalled the memory.

        “It does sound like Annie and you have some fond memories of the cabin.  Thank you for sharing those memories and for taking me to the cabin,” Brenda smiled back.

        “It is my pleasure.  Speaking of thanks, I need to remember to thank Jesse for inviting me to your opening.  If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have know about it,” John replied as he checked the gauges.

        “What?!  Wait a minute,” Brenda held up a finger.  “Jesse told me that your office called her!”

        “Nope, she called me,” he was laughing at her expression.  “Apparently she found an old friend that used to work for me.  He gave Jesse my private number and she called me about a week ago.  Told me she was having an opening at her gallery for a special friend that was a big fan of mine.  Jesse wanted to surprise you.  I guess it worked.”

        “Oh, wait until I see her next time,” Brenda fumed but couldn’t help breaking out in a grin herself.  Jesse had gotten her this time.  John laughed with her as he prepared the plane for landing.  They had arrived at the Aspen Airport.

        John set the plane down gently and taxied to his assigned hanger.  He cut the motor, bringing the plane to a stop.  He assisted Brenda out of the plane and led her through the hanger.

        “I have a car waiting for us,” John led the way towards the parking lot.  “I also asked for a picnic basket.  The cabin is in the mountains outside of Aspen.”

        After helping Brenda into the Jeep Wrangler, John got in and headed out of the airport, turning right onto the highway.

        “I’ve been to Aspen before, but its beauty always amazes me,” Brenda said looking up at the mountains.  “I need to bring my supplies up here sometime and do a painting of the Aspen trees and the mountains.”

        “That’s why I moved here in the first place,” John started the jeep and put it into gear.  “The beauty just magnetized me.”

        As they drove through Aspen, Brenda told him about some of her previous visits to the town.  She told him that Ken had a pilot’s license and how they had often brought the kids there to learn to ski.  She told him they usually stayed at the Limelite Lodge.  They had always enjoyed their stays.

        A few miles outside of town, John turned off the main highway onto a smaller paved road.  It was narrow and winding, but Brenda could see that he was used to driving it.

        “This road takes us almost all the way to the cabin.  Another mile and we turn onto a dirt road that leads to the clearing.  It is pretty flat there so it should not be a problem for you to walk with your foot,” said John, quickly glancing at Brenda.

        “I am sure I will manage fine with your help,” she replied as John made the turn onto the dirt road.

        Brenda anxiously peered ahead for her first glimpse of the cabin.  She still could not understand how she could have dreamt of John’s cabin without ever seeing it before.  John had said her painting was an exact copy.  She had to see it to believe it.  Suddenly, as John rounded a curve in the road, there was the cabin.  Brenda let out a gasp.  The cabin was just as she had painted it.

        “Oh, John.  That’s exactly how I saw it in my dreams.  Even the clearing is the same.”

        “It needs a little bit of cleaning.  No one has been up here for quite some time,” he led her carefully across the clearing towards the front door.

        The cabin was made of cedar logs in the style of long ago cabins.  The roof was of redwood shingles.  To the right of the front door was a picture window.  On the left were 2 smaller sets double hung windows.  A wide porch ran the length of the cabin’s front.

        John helped Brenda up the steps and unlocked the front door.  He held the door opened as she stepped inside.  In the light from the windows, Brenda could see the she was in the general living area.  To the left a set of stairs led up to a loft area.  A stone fireplace was at one end of the room.  A braided rug lay before the hearth.  Sheets were draped over the furniture.

        Stepping around her, John strolled into the room.  He beckoned for Brenda to follow him.  “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour first.  Though there’s not much to see.  Then we will check out that picnic basket.”

        He walked through a doorway into the kitchen.  An old fashioned wood burning stove sat in one corner.  A pine farm table and four chairs was in the center of the room.  Along the walls were pine wood cabinets and at the opposite end of the room was what appeared to be a sink.  Windows looked out and provided a splendid view of the mountains.  Beside the sink was the back door.

        John pointed to a door on her right, “That is a bedroom.  The loft upstairs runs the length of the cabin.  We used it as a bedroom for Anna Kate and Zak.  I also have a small office area up there.  That’s all.  It is small but cozy.  We really had fun here.”

        “It does look like a pleasant place to relax,” Brenda looked around.

        “There’s a picnic table out back.  Do you think you can mange to go out through the back door while I go get the picnic basket and bring it around?”  John suggested.  “Or do you need help?”

        Brenda nodded agreeably and headed towards the door, waving him off.  She had to fiddle with the lock a little to get it to open.  Stepping outside, she gazed up at the mountains thinking how wonderful it would be to spend time there. About a 100 yards away was a small lake.  She could hear the wind whispering in the treetops and thought she heard a stream babbling in the distance. It was very peaceful.

        “Beautiful, isn’t it?” John asked as he set the basket on the table.

        Brenda jumped.  She hadn’t heard John come up and place the picnic basket on the table.  Smiling embarrassingly at being caught daydreaming, she could only nod.  She limped over to join him at the table.

        John grinned at her, “Don’t be embarrassed.  I’ve often caught myself just gazing out and daydreaming.  In fact, some of my songs came to me that way.”

        “Which ones?  If you don’t mind my asking.”  Brenda sat down and stretched her sore foot out on the bench.  Her foot was beginning to ache.  She wish she had remembered to bring her pain pills with her.

        “No, not at all,” he answered as he opened the picnic basket.  “Whispering Jesse* was one of them.  Another is one that I recorded years ago but never released titled On The Wings Of An Eagle*.”

        “That sounds like a lovely song.  I love Whispering Jesse*,” said Brenda as she began to help John take the food out of the basket.

        They found grilled chicken sandwiches, potato chips, a container of cole slaw, chocolate chip cookies, a couple of apples and some bottled water.  Paper plates, napkins and eating utensils had also been carefully packed in the picnic basket.  They placed everything on the table.  John sat down across from her.  They helped themselves to the food.

        “So Brenda, tell me how you got involved in painting,” John asked reaching for the cole slaw.

        “Well,” she replied between bites.  “As long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed drawing.  My parents always told me that they only had to give me paper and crayons and I would entertain myself for hours.  I drew pictures for everybody.  They say I got my talent from my grandfather.  Unfortunately, he passed away just before I turned 16, so he never got to see any of my major works.  My mother passed away several years ago,” her voice reflected a tinge of sadness.  She quickly shrugged off the feeling and continued, “When I was nine, I heard your songs for the first time.  I immediately fell in love with the music.  The feelings that come forth from you are just beautiful.  Hearing you sing about nature, love and peace, I knew I wanted to focus on painting scenes that capture some of those feelings.  I didn’t have any on display at the opening, but I have done a couple pieces based on some of your songs.”

        “Where are they?  I would love to see them,” John asked as he reached for a bottle of water.

        “They are at my studio.  Perhaps if it is not too late when we get back, we can stop there and I’ll show you,” she replied.
 He nodded agreeably as they finished of the last of the cookies.

        “Those were good!  Let’s clean up.  Then I help you down to the lake and you can soak your foot in the cool water.  It should help ease some of the pain."  John had noticed Brenda grimacing though she had tried to hide it.

        "That would be nice, John," she looked at him with a smile.  "It is starting to ache a little."

        John quickly had everything put away and the trash picked up.  He came around the table to stand beside Brenda.  He offered his hand to help her up.  Carefully they made their way to the lake.  The water was clear.  They found a sunny spot and John assisted Brenda as she eased herself down next to a boulder.  She leaned back against the warm rock.  John knelt down and gently removed her moon boot.  Once it was off, Brenda carefully lowered her leg into the lake.  She gasped as the cool water washed over her foot, but it felt good, almost numbing.

        "That feels so good.  Thank you for thinking of it," Brenda said.

        "I'm glad it helps," John answered standing up again.  "If you are comfortable, I’ll go back to the cabin and get the guitar I have in the office.  Then I’ll play On The Wings Of An Eagle* for you.”

        Brenda was surprised, “What?  You mean you’ll play a song for me that was never released?  I feel so honored.  Go ahead, I'll be fine.”  Brenda waved him off.  John chuckled as headed for the cabin.

        As Brenda waited, she looked around.  It was a lovely place to relax.  All she could hear was the babbling stream and the wind in the trees.  It reminded her of what John had said on the Windsong* album.  How, if one were truly lucky to be able to go someplace where it is completely quiet, one would be able to sit and listen to the music the wind has to offer.  All one had to do was listen.  Brenda agreed.  The music of the wind was magical.  She roused herself from her thoughts just as John returned carrying his guitar.

        “Ok, let’s see if this thing is tuned,” he said sitting down beside her.  He tested the guitar, playing a few notes.  Under his skillful hands, he soon had it playing perfectly.  Looking at Brenda, he smiled and began to sing.  His voice lifted up to join the wind in the trees.  Brenda closed her eyes, letting the magic of the moment wash over her.

        As he ended the song, she could feel peace washing over her.  She opened her eyes and looked up at the mountains.  “That was beautiful John.  Thank you for singing it for me.  I love it.  Even if I never hear it again, it will be one of my favorite songs.”

        “It was my pleasure to share that with you,” John replied, looking at his watch.  “Well, if we are going to get back before it gets dark, we better get moving."

        "Yes, you are right," Brenda nodded, taking her foot out of the water.

        John had brought a towel with him and now used it to gingerly dry her foot before replacing the moon boot.  Then he stood up, slung the guitar over his back and helped Brenda up.

        As they reached the cabin, John picked up the picnic basket and led the way back inside the cabin.  He placed the towel by the sink and continued on into the living room.   He set the basket down on the floor next to the stairs leading up to the loft and quickly climbed them to put his guitar away.

        Brenda made her way carefully out the front door towards the jeep.  Before she was halfway across the clearing, John was beside her.  He took her arm to lend her support.  Soon they were back in the jeep and heading down the mountain.
“Do you mind if we stop at my house in Starwood so I can grab my camera?” John asked smoothly guiding the jeep around the curves.

        “No, I don’t,” Brenda answered shaking her head.

        They made the rest of the drive through Aspen in quiet.  Preferring to enjoy each other’s company and the beauty around them.

        As he pulled through the gates of his home, John glanced at Brenda, “Would you like to come in or do you want to wait here?”

        “I think I will wait for you and rest my foot,” she told him.

        “Ok, I won’t be but a minute.”  John brought the jeep to a stop.  He hopped out and walked quickly into the house.

        As she waited, she looked around.  The house was of beautiful redwood siding.  Daisies, mums, rosebushes and other flowers were planted along side the house or in hanging planters.  Even from where she was sitting, she could tell there was a spectacular view of the mountains and Aspen Airport below.

        True to his words, John soon returned carrying his Canon 35-mm camera and flash.  He climbed in the jeep and set the camera on the back seat.

        It didn’t take long for them to make the short drive to the airport.  John pulled in and parked.  Grabbing his camera, he got out.  He came around to help Brenda and they walked to the hangar.

        John’s mechanic was waiting for them at the door, “The plane is all ready for you, John.”

        “Thanks,” John nodded his appreciation.  “Brenda, this is Sam Wolf.  Sam, this is Brenda.”

        “Nice to meet you Sam,” Brenda extended her hand to him.  Sam took it and gave it a hearty handshake.

        “How’s the family?” John asked, as they walked towards the plane.

        “Doing just fine.  The baby is just about walking now,” Sam replied while John helped Brenda up the steps.

        “That’s wonderful, Sam.  Be sure to tell everyone I said hello,” John turned to smile at him.

        “I will.  You two have a safe flight,” Sam helped John secure the door.

        Brenda and John settled themselves in their seats, fastened their safety belts and put on their headsets.  John went through the preflight inspection.  Satisfied that everything was as it should be, he started the engines.  On Sam’s signal, he headed for the runway, checking with the tower for clearance.

        They were once again soaring above the earth.  As usual, the wonder of it amazed Brenda.  Being able to get a sense of what an eagle feels riding the air currents was exhilarating.  She loved it, just as she knew John did.

        John leveled the plane off at the required flying altitude.  He turned on the autopilot.  He unfastened his seat belt and turned towards Brenda with a big grin on his face.  Brenda could tell he was up to something.

        “I’ve put the plane on autopilot so I can use the camera.  Would you mind if I took some pictures of you?” John asked reaching for his camera.

        Brenda’s jaw nearly dropped as she stared at him wide eyed.  She knew he enjoyed photography, but why would he want to take her picture she wondered.  She shrugged her shoulders and nodded her approval.

        “Sure.  It’s the least I can do after all you have done for me,” Brenda told him with a smile.  “I mean, you gave up your day to spend time with me.”

        “I was more than happy to do it.  Actually, I didn’t have anything planned for today anyway except to relax, and I did.” John focused his camera.  He snapped a few shots, his camera advancing automatically.  “Let me get some of you gazing out the window.”

        Brenda obliged by turning towards the window.   She saw the snowcapped mountains below her and was filled once again with wonder.  She got so caught up in the beauty that she almost didn’t hear John calling her name.

        “Brenda...Brenda.....you’re daydreaming again,” John laughed when she turned to looked at him bashfully.  “It’s quite alright.  I believe it gave me some good shots.  I’ll make sure you get copies of these.  Well, we are almost there, I better get back to the controls to land this thing.”

        John quickly resumed his seat and contacted the control tower to find out which runway to land on.  Getting the clearance to land, he brought the plane down with a small bump.

        John guided the plane to his hangar.  He opened the door and assisted Brenda as she made her way out of the plane.  They made their way towards the parking lot where John’s car was parked.  They got in and Brenda gave John the directions to her studio.

        It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the studio.  John found a parking spot in front of the building.  They got out and slowly made their way up the steps.  Brenda unlocked the door.  John followed her as she stepped inside.  He was impressed with what he saw.

        “This is wonderful, Brenda,” he said walking around the studio.  “I love the view from that window.”  He stopped beside the easel where the drawing of the waterfall still waited to be framed.

        “I know.  That’s the reason I took this place over the first floor one.”  Brenda walked over to where several paintings were leaning against a wall.

        “This drawing is beautiful, Brenda,” John admired.

         She looked up from the stack of paintings she had been searching through.  “That’s the waterfall I mentioned at the gallery.  I was trying to reach for a frame on the wall when I fell and hurt my foot.”

        She turned back to the paintings, searching through them carefully.  Finding one she wanted, she lifted it out.  “Here’s a piece I did for one of your songs.”

        The painting showed a dirt country lane.  On each side of the lane were trees in all their fall glory.  The sun filtered down through the branches adding warmth to piece.  In the distance, there were blue tinted mountains.

        John recognized it for what it was.  “Ah....Country Roads!  It’s beautiful.  Do you have any others?”

        She nodded and proceeded to show him other pieces that she had done for Eagles And Horses*, Singing Skies And Dancing Waters* and several others.

        "These are wonderful,” he said holding one up to get a better look.  “You should have put them in the opening.”

         “They were just something I played with.  I never had any intentions of selling,” she told him.

         “I’m sorry to hear that because I would love to buy one or two myself,” he smiled at her.

         Brenda couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Surely he wasn’t serious.  She had done these paintings when she was just starting.  They were only “practice” pieces and had been fun to do.  She didn’t consider them good enough to sell much less show.   She interrupted her thoughts as she realized John was speaking.

        “In fact,” he was shifting through some of the other pieces.  “I see several right here I would want to buy if you were selling them.”

        She could only nod her head in disbelief.

        “I really like the waterfall drawing too.  You know,” he stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a thoughtful look on his face.  “I don’t have anything scheduled for the next few days.  Would you take me to the waterfall?  That is if you think you can manage with your foot.”

        “Sss...urre,” was all she could manage.  She was completely at loss for words.  He had already spent one day with her, now he was saying he wanted to spend even more time.  She didn’t know what to say.

        “Great!” he exclaimed, his eyes twinkling.  “If you have a phone, I’ll call the hotel and see about a room.”

        Still unable to speak, Brenda simply pointed to where the phone was next to the sofa.

        John walked over to the phone and called the hotel he had stayed at the previous night.  After a lengthy discussion with the hotel clerk, he slowly hung up.  He turned to face Brenda.

        “Well,” he told her, holding up his hands dejectedly.  “So much for that.  Apparently there is a big medical convention in town.  All the hotels are booked solid.”

        Brenda had regained her senses and now found her voice.  “You could stay with me.  We have a sofa bed in the den you could use if you want.  It’s no problem.”

        “Great!  I’d be happy with a sleeping bag, sleeping with the creepy crawlies.  We’ll stop at the airport and I’ll grab my bag.  I left it on the plane.  I always carry an extra change or two of clothes because you never know what may come up,” he informed her with his infamous grin.

        They put the paintings back in order.  John picked out a few that he wanted to buy.  He told Brenda he would have someone from the office pick them up later that week.

        As they prepared to leave, she kept thinking about what she had done.  What had made her offer him a place to stay?  She couldn’t believe she had done it or that he accepted.  Why would a famous person like John want to stay at her house?  They turned off the lights they had turned on as the sun started going down as she thought to herself, “Well, I can’t back out now.  I may as well enjoy it.”

        John helped her down the stairs to the car.  The drive to the airport didn’t take long.  She waited in the car as he went and retrieved his bag.  She saw that he was also carrying his camera as he walked to the back of the Porsche to stow his stuff in the trunk.

        He carefully merged with traffic and headed back towards town.  As he slowed for a stop sign, he glanced at Brenda, “Are you hungry?  Do you want to stop somewhere and get something to eat?”

        “No,” she replied, shaking her head.  “I mean, yes, I’m getting hungry, but I can throw something together when we get to the house.”

        “Ok,” he nodded his approval.  “But only if you let me help.”

        “I hope you won’t mind the kids.  They can get a little rowdy at times,” she mentioned.

        “Oh, not at all,” he replied turning onto the street where she lived.  “Remember, I have kids too.”

        Brenda knew that, but also knew that he didn’t get to spend as much time with them as he would have liked.  It was one of the things he disliked about being on the road all the time.

        John opened her door and assisted her out of the car.  Then he retrieved his stuff from the trunk.  They made their way up the walk to the front door.  Ken had left the porch light on for them.

        She opened the door and led the way inside.  She motioned for John to set his things down beside the door as she called for Ken.  “Ken?  Are you home?  I have a surprise for you.”  She wondered why the house was so quiet.

        "I’m in here, honey,” he called from the den.

        John followed her as she went towards the sound of Ken’s voice.  She stopped in the doorway of the den.  Ken was sitting on the sofa reading the Sunday paper.

        “Ken, where are the kids?” she inquired, walking into the room.

        “Oh, I told them they could stay another night at their friends.  They were going to go get a pizza together.”   He folded the paper he had been reading.  “How was your day?  By the way, Jesse called and left a message.  Said she had some exciting news and would call you in the morning.”

        “Thanks.  John and I had a fantastic day.  In fact, I have invited him to spend the night.”

        Now it was Ken’s turn to be surprised.  “What?”

        Brenda laughed at him, “You heard right.  We stopped at the studio so I could show John some paintings.  He saw the waterfall drawing and wants me to take him to see it.  All the hotels were booked up, so I told John he could use the sofa bed you are sitting on.”

        “That’s fine with me,” Ken got up and gave Brenda a hug.  Then he turned to John, “I’m pleased to have you here John.  Now, tell me all about your day.  How is the foot?”

        My foot is doing fine.  It aches a little but the soaking I had earlier helped.  We’ll tell you all about our adventure as we have dinner.  Are tacos okay with you two?”  she looked from one to the other.

        John and Ken both nodded their consent and went to the kitchen.  Brenda and John took turns telling Ken about their day as they prepared the food.  She cooked the filling as John diced the tomatoes and shredded the lettuce.  Ken went about setting the table with plates, glasses and silverware.

        When everything was ready, they sat down and helped themselves.  Ken told them about the hiking trip.  The kids had enjoyed themselves.  They even picked up a whole garbage bag full of litter along the trail.

        Ken said he would clean up and John offered to help.  Brenda didn’t argue.  It felt good to be sitting and not have the weight on her foot.

        When the last of the dishes were put away, Ken announced he was going to bed.  “That hike wore me out.  If you two don’t mind, I’ll take myself off to bed.  I’ll start a fire for you first if you want.”

        John spoke first, “That’s okay, Ken.  No need for you to do the fire, I can manage that if Brenda wants one.”

        “Ok, you two have fun.”  He went over to Brenda and gave her a hug and a kiss.  “I’ll see you two in the morning.  Don’t stay up too late,” he chided then headed for the bedroom.

        “Well, I guess it’s just us again.  Let’s go into the den and you can start that fire,” Brenda said turning off the light over the table.  She left the one over the sink turned on.

        John quickly had a fire blazing.  They made themselves comfortable in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance as the wood crackled.

        “Oh, I forgot to mention,” he said shifting to look at her.  “Annie really fell in love with your paintings.  She purchased a few for herself.  I think that seascape piece was one of them.  Anyway, she wanted me to tell you how much she enjoyed the opening.”

        “Thanks, John,” she looked at him.  “I’m glad she was able to come.  I could see that Annie and you still share some feelings for each other.  There’s something special between the two of you that is wonderful.”

        He lowered his eyes and turned towards the fire.  Brenda could see the emotions play across his face.  She saw the sadness, pain and happiness.  She knew the divorce had not been eady for him.  She was sorry to bring back the memory.

        “I’m sorry, John.”  She reached over and put a reassuring hand on his arm.  “I didn’t mean to stir up old memories.”

        John shook his head to clear his thoughts, “No.  It’s alright.  I don’t mention this often.....but you are right.  I still feel for Annie as I did the first day I met her.  There was a lot of bitterness between us during the divorce.  I know most of that was my fault.”

        He held up a hand to silent Brenda as she was about to speak.  He continued, speaking slowly,  “No, it’s okay.  Sometimes I think going through the divorce was the best thing for us.  I have no regrets.  I’m only sorry to have hurt Annie so much.  We have been able to look at ourselves and have grown so much because of it.  We were able to renew our love for each other in a different way.  It has helped us to become the close friends we are now.  It amazes me sometimes, how two people can become closer together after going through what Annie and I did.  We even laugh over some of the things we used to argue about now,” John chuckled slightly at the thought.

        He turned to her once again, “Hey, why don’t I go get my guitar and we can sing some songs?  I also have something I wanted to give you.  I was going to wait awhile, but now is as good a time as any.”

        She smiled at him and gave his arm a gentle squeeze.  “That sounds like a wonderful plan.  I’ll go make some hot chocolate while you get the guitar.”

        John helped Brenda up then went to get his things from where he had left them by the door earlier.  She went to the kitchen and prepared the hot chocolate.  When she returned to the den, he was already tuning the guitar.  Seeing her, John put down the guitar and came to take the tray from her.  He set it down on the table in front of the sofa as she resumed her seat.  She handed him a big steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallow cream then picked up her own.

        He carefully took a sip of the hot drink, savoring the rich taste of chocolate.  “This is delicious!  Now, I have something for you.  I picked it up when I went up to the loft at the cabin to return my guitar.”

        He reached over and picked up what appeared to be a small black box from the table.  She had not noticed it until now.  He handed it to her with a smile.

        Brenda took it from him.  She couldn’t image what it might be.  Turning it over, she realized it was a cassette tape with a label on it.  As she read it, her eyes opened wide with surprise.  Written on the label was the title of a song – On The Wings Of An Eagle*.

        She looked at him, “John....?”

        “It’s a copy I made when I first sang the song.  I recorded it, but never used it,” he told her with a smile.  “I wanted you to have it.”

        “I don’t know what to say, except thank you.  I’ll treasure it always,” she graciously accepted the gift.

        “Would you like me to get an ice pack for your foot?”  He had seen her limping more when he had assisted her with the tray.

        "Yes, that would be wonderful,” she smiled gratefully.  She had taken some pain medication while waiting for the water to boil, but the ice pack would feel good.  “There is a pack already in the freezer.  It’s on the top shelf.”

        “Ok, I should be able to find it.  I’ll be right back,” he got up and headed to the doorway.

        It was not long before he returned carrying the ice pack.  He sat down next to Brenda and gingerly removed her moon boot.  She had already taken off her hiking boot.  He placed a small throw pillow from the sofa on the table.  He carefully propped her foot on the pillow then gently eased the ice pack onto it.

        “Thanks, John.  That feels wonderful,”  she sighed as she leaned back.

        “You’re welcome.  Now, what song would you like to hear?” He asked reaching for his guitar.

        She requested     and John began to play.  They spent the next few hours singing and talking, softly so as to not wake Ken.  They shared childhood memories.  She told him more about her family and how close they all were.

        The time passed quickly.  Brenda stifled a yawn as she noted it was 12:45.  “I should let you get some sleep before the night slips away.  We can continue our discussions later.  Are you sure you want to sleep on the sofa bed?  You could use one of the kids’ room you want.”

        “No, this is fine with me,” he replied.

        "Ok, I’ll go get the blankets and pillows for you.  The table can be pushed to the side,” she said, heading out of the room.
 Brenda soon returned with the blanket and pillows.  John had already pushed aside the table and pulled out the bed.  She helped him spread the blanket.  They bid each other goodnight.  She made her way carefully to the bedroom with the aid of the night light in the hallway.

        She awoke slowly the next morning.  For some reason, she had been dreaming about waffles.  She could even smell the aroma of them cooking as if she was there.  She became more awake and realized she really could smell waffles.  She became aware of sounds coming from the kitchen.  Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, she saw it was 8:15.  Her curiosity grew as the sounds in the kitchen continued.  She knew it couldn’t be Ken since he would have left for work an hour ago.

        She got out of bed and put on her long, velvet green bathrobe.  As she went to the dresser to get a brush to run through her hair, she noticed the wheelchair in the corner of the room.  Ken must have gotten it though she could not imagine why.  She let it go and made her way to the kitchen from where the delicious smell of waffles wafted.

        Brenda almost laughed in spite of herself as she entered the kitchen.  There stood John in front of the counter next to the sink, on which sat the dual waffle iron.  He had a mixing bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.  He was wearing black jeans and a gray pullover sweater.  He had pushed the sleeves up his arms.  Around his waist was tied one of her frilly flowered aprons.  A couple of waffles were already on a plate beside the waffle iron.

        “John, what are you doing?”  She walked into the kitchen, looking from him to the waffles.

        He looked up and smiled, “Good morning, Brenda!  If you can’t tell, I’m making us some breakfast.  I got up just before Ken left at 7:00.  He told me waffles are your favorite and was kind enough to show me where I could find everything.  I thought some waffles and ice cream would be nice.”  He checked the waffles that were cooking.  “These are ready.  Sit down and I’ll bring them over then get the ice cream.  Do you have any candy sprinkles?”

        “Yes, I do,” she answered as she sat down at the table.  He had already set out plates, silverware and mugs of coffee.  “They are in the cupboard next to the refrigerator.”

        John bought over two plates of waffles and set one down before Brenda.  He placed the other in front of his chair.  Then he got the sprinkles and ice cream.  He placed a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on each plate.

        After he returned the ice cream to the freezer and took his seat, they both dug in like kids with a forbidden treat.
 Between mouthfuls, Brenda asked, “Did you sleep well?”

        John nodded that he did.  “So, how do we get to the waterfall?”

        “I rode my bike from the studio before.  It took about 45 minutes to get to it.”  She explained as she continued to eat.  “I’m not too sure I can ride a bike that long right now with this bum foot.  However, there is a place to park at the beginning of the trail.  We could drive there.  It seems Ken got me a wheel chair yesterday.  The main trail is a concrete bike path.  From there I took a seldom-used dirt trail and then had to go through some bushes to reach the lake.  The dirt trail and undergrowth may be a problem.”

        He reached for a napkin as he spoke, “Well, I think using the wheelchair might work better than the tandem bike I was thinking of using.  How far is it from the trail head to the waterfall?”

        “I’d say about fifteen minutes or so,” she estimated, as she finished off her coffee.  “This was great, John.  Thanks for making breakfast.”

“I think I can manage that.”  He set down his fork, grinning.  “You are welcome for the waffles.  I enjoyed them as much as you did.  Now, why don’t you go get ready while I’ll clean up the dishes.”

        Brenda agreed to the suggestion.  She got up and headed towards the bedroom to shower and dress.

        As she entered the bedroom, the phone rang.  She went over to the phone beside the bed.  She picked up the phone, “Hello?”

        “Oh, Brenda!  It’s Jesse.  I’m so glad I caught you,” the excited voice of her friend nearly shouted over the phone line.  “How’s your foot?  Did you have fun yesterday with John?”

        “Hi Jesse,” she sat down on the edge of the bed.  Knowing her friend, this could take a while.  “I’m doing just fine.  Yesterday was wonderful.  John flew us to Aspen and we had a picnic lunch at the cabin.  It was exactly as I dreamt.  John even sang some songs while I soaked my foot in the lake.  I’ll fill you in on the details another time.  Ken told me you called.  I can tell you’re excited about something.  What’s up?”

        Well, yes there is something,” Jesse replied.  Her voice filled with excitement.  “You remember Mr. Irvine, don’t you?”

        “Yes, he was the one that bidded against John for The Cabin Home.”  Brenda stated wondering where this was leading.

        “That’s right.  Anyway, he called me yesterday.  He wanted to buy one of the paintings you had on display.  He was very impressed with your work.  He asked if he could come by to pick it up in the afternoon.  I told him he could.  That’s not all.  After we took care of business, he asked me to join him for dinner!” Jesse announced happily.

        “That’s wonderful!”  Brenda exclaimed.  She knew it had been some time since Jesse had gone out on a date.  “Did you have a good time?”

        “Oh, we had a splendid time.  Joe is a sweet fellow,” she answered, a touch of bashfulness in her voice.  “We’re getting together for a movie Saturday night.”

        “Hmmm....on a first name basis are we?” Brenda teased good-naturedly.  She was happy for her friend.  “I’m glad you had a great time.  I would love to hear all the details, but I need to take a shower and get dressed.  John and I are going to the waterfall.  I don’t want to keep him waiting.  He’s cleaning up the breakfast dishes.”

        “What?  John’s at your house?  When did this happen?” Jesse interrupted.

        “I promise I will explain it all another time.  I really do need to go get ready.  Thank you for telling me your news.  Perhaps we could get together for lunch one day this week,” Brenda hurriedly suggested.  She didn’t want Jesse to think she was being rude.

        “Ok, you have fun.  Take it easy with that foot.  Lunch sounds fine,” Jesse agreed.

        They quickly made a date for lunch, said their goodbyes and hung up.

        Brenda took her shower and got dressed as quickly as her foot would allow.  She decided to try on a pair of blue jeans.  They fit over her leg without too much discomfort.  She put on a Navy blue turtleneck shirt and a blue plaid flannel shirt that she left unbuttoned.  Carefully she put on socks and then the moon and hiking boots.  She took one last glance at her reflection.  She decided she was presentable and left the room pushing the wheelchair before her.

        She found John in the den playing his guitar.  She apologized for taking so long and explained about Jesse’s phone call.

        John chuckled at her description of Jesse’s excitement.  “Well, it seems that not only was your opening a big hit for you, but for Jesse as well.  If you are ready, I am.  I found some bottles of water and put them in a small cooler along with some apples for a snack.”

        “Sounds good to me.  Just let me get my bag with my sketchbook and drawing pencils.  I like to bring them along since I never know when I will be inspired to draw something.”  She walked over to the desk and picked up her bag, then led the way to the front door.  She pushed the wheelchair as John carried his stuff and the cooler.

        As they approached the Porsche, Brenda had a thought, “Uh, John?  Is the wheelchair going to fit in your car?”

        He stopped in his tracks.  He looked from the wheelchair to the Porsche and then at her.  “I hadn’t even thought about that.  You’re right, I don’t think it will.”

        “Why don’t we use the Jeep?  I trust you to drive it.  I have the keys right here.”  She held them up.

        He agreed and they altered their direction to head for the Jeep.  As they loaded everything into it, Brenda joked that the neighbors were going to start thinking her opening had been a huge enough success that she could buy a new car when they see the Porsche sitting outside.  He laughed with her over that as they got in the car.

        She gave him directions as they drove along.  It only took 15 minutes to reach the little picnic area off the highway where the trail began.  There were a couple of picnic tables which wee empty at the moment.  John parked the Jeep well off to the side so that it would be out of the way of traffic.  He was also sure to allow room for anyone else that may come along.

        He eyed the concrete trail she pointed out, “It doesn’t look too bad.  Let’s give it a try.”

        He eased the wheelchair out and set it up.  He helped her sit down and adjusted the leg rests.  Taking the cooler and her bag out of the Jeep, he handed them to her to hold.

        She told him there was an ax in the back they could take along.  It would come in handy if the undergrowth became too dense for the wheelchair.  John agreed that would be a good idea.  He carefully retrieved the ax.

        After making sure she was settled comfortably in the chair and the other items carefully placed in her lap, he headed for the concrete trail.

        Brenda was glad there was no one else around to see them.  She was sure they made a strange looking pair.  She chuckled lightly at the thought.

        “What’s so funny?”  John asked, easing the wheelchair onto the path.

        “Oh, nothing really.”  She had a bemused look on her face.  “I was just thinking how odd we must look.  How often does one see a wheelchair on a hiking trail?”

        He laughed with her.  “I can’t say I ever have and I hike a lot.”

        They continued along the trail, which wound through the woods.  The trees were beautiful in the fall splendor.  The concrete made it easy to push the chair.

        They soon reached the dirt path Brenda had taken to the waterfall.  The trail was not too difficult to travel at first.  It was not until they approached the area where the undergrowth became denser that it was harder to get through. They could now hear the sound of rushing water.  John used the ax to clear away some of the undergrowth and eased the wheelchair through.  Following her directions, they made it to the spot where she had previously left her bike.

        He set the brakes, set the cooler and ax on the ground and helped her up.  He assisted her to a comfortable spot from where they could see the lake and waterfall then he returned for the cooler.  He left the ax next to the wheelchair.

        “This is just as beautiful as you drew it, Brenda.”  John sat down next to her.

        “Thank you, John.”  She reached for the cooler and took out two bottles of water.  She handed one to him.   He nodded his thanks.

        After taking a drink and setting the bottle down beside her, she took her sketchbook  and drawing pencils out of the bag.  She turned to a new page and began to draw the deep blue lake.  The surrounding evergreen trees reflected off the water like a mirror image.

        John leaned over to watch her quietly as she drew.  Beneath her quick strokes, he could see the drawing take shape.  He could see the distance shoreline, the reflection on the water, the clouds in the sky and now the waterfall to the right of the picture.

        She glanced over at him with a smile.  “What do you think?”

        “It’s lovely.  You have a way with those pencils that’s just mystical,” he told her moving back.

        “Thank you.”  She stopped drawing and gazed off into the distance.  She had been thinking about something and now tried to get the courage to ask.  Figuring she had nothing to lose, she took a deep breath, “John, may I ask a favor?  There’s something I would like you to do for me.”

        “Sure.  You can ask me anything,” he replied.

        She continued to look out over the lake.  “Well, I would like to do a portrait of you.  Would you mind?”

        “Do I have to undress for it?” He asked seriously, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.

        “What?!”  Brenda gasped, turning to look at him.  She saw the laughter in his eyes and realized he was teasing her.  “Oh, John!”  She laughed.

        “I’m sorry.  I couldn’t resist,” he continued to chuckle.  “I would be honored to have you do my portrait.  Just tell me what you want me to do.”

        “Ok, why don’t you go sit on that ledge and gaze out over the water.  Just be yourself.  If you want, tell me more about the cabin and the couple that owned it before you,” she suggested.  She scooted over a little to get a better view of the ledge.  It was close to the lake and would provide a perfect setting for the portrait with the waterfall in the background.  It was the ledge from which she had dove into the lake for her little swim, but she decided John didn’t need to know about that.

        He walked over to the ledge and sat down facing the sparkling water.  He glanced over at her, “How’s this?”

        She studied him for a few seconds.  “Turn a little more to your left......there, that’s perfect.”

        John looked out over the lake as she picked up a pencil and began to draw.

        “Please, tell me more about the cabin.  How did you find it,” she encouraged, pausing what she was doing.

        “Well, Annie and I wanted a place where we could go to get away from it all.  A place where we could just be ourselves.  We had just about given up on finding the right place when we came upon that cabin by chance.  We had been out hiking one day and decided to take a shortcut back to the car.  It was springtime.  Everything was looking green and refreshed.  Love was in the air.  As we walked through a meadow, we saw the lake and decided to get a closer look.”  He stared wistfully off into the distance as he recalled the memory.

        Brenda looked at him.  She was almost hypnotized by his telling of the story.  Her hands continued to draw as if they had a mind of their own.

        John sighed and shook his head to clear his thoughts.  He continued, “As we walked around the small lake, we saw a cabin with smoke rising from the chimney and decided to check it out, found a well-used trail leading in that direction and followed it.  Approaching closer, we saw this couple sitting on the porch enjoying the warm Spring day.  They introduced themselves as Betsy and Hank Weaver and invited us in for a glass of lemonade.  Well, Annie and I walked in and immediately looked at each other.  The cabin was exactly what we wanted but we didn’t say anything.  We talked about the weather, where we were from and our hike.  When we were getting ready to leave, we thanked them for letting us into their lovely home.  That’s when they informed us that as dearly as they loved the cabin, they were going to miss it when they left.  They had decided that it was time for them to move closer to town.  It was their love for each other and the place they called home that had kept them there for 50 years.  They had seen the seasons come and go, watched their daughter grow up and move on in the world to begin her own family.  They had thought about selling before but just didn’t want to leave.  Now the time had come for them to give the place up.  They wanted to move closer to their daughter so they could spend time with the grandchildren.  Well, Annie and I made an offer.  They accepted knowing they would be leaving the cabin in good hands.  They said we reminded them of when they first moved into the cabin after they built it and could see how much we loved each other,” John spoke the last few words softly, his voice almost cracking.

        Brenda looked away.  She was almost sorry she had asked him to tell the story and cause him pain.  She saw that the portrait was almost completed.  She decided that the rest could be finished later at the studio.

        “John, I have enough done.  You don’t have to tell me anymore.  I’m sorry to bring back painful memories,” she told him.  She closed her sketchbook.

        “No, quite the opposite.  Telling you this has brought back so many wonderful times.  I mentioned that I wrote Whispering Jesse* at that cabin.  I wrote it with Betsy and Hank in mind though to keep their lives private, I didn’t use their names.”  He got up and came over to join her again.  “Betsy and Hank were so full of love for each other and the life they enjoyed at the cabin, you could tell they hated to leave.  We kept in touch with them and let them use the cabin now and then.  About 5 years after we bought the cabin, Betsy died.  Hank followed a few months later of a broken heart.”

        “That’s so sad,” Brenda said, tears making her eyes glisten.  “I’m glad you were able to buy it from them and give them a little peace of mind.”

        “Yes.”  He smiled sadly at her.  “What do you say we head back to town?  I’ll buy you lunch and then I have to get back to Aspen.”

        She agreed and they packed everything up.  They made sure to leave the place just as they had found it.  He helped her back to the wheelchair and they were soon on the concrete path, heading back to the Jeep.

        John stowed everything carefully into the back.  They got into the car and drove back towards town.

        renda gave him direction to a quaint little restaurant that she and Ken often dined at.  It was called The Wagon Wheel and was located just outside of town and had a homey atmosphere.  A fire burned cozily in the big fireplace in the dining room.

        They both enjoyed meals of grilled chicken sandwiches and tossed salads.   John told her he loved the restaurant.

        As he drove them back to her house, they made plans to meet again on Friday so she could show him the finished portrait.  He suggested that her family, Jesse and her friend meet at The Wagon Wheel for dinner.  It would be his treat.  She agreed to the plan and they exchanged phone numbers.

        John helped her to the front door.  Brenda invited him in, but he declined saying that he needed to get back to Aspen.  He gave her a big bear hug, kissed her cheek and then walked to his car.

        He waited to make sure she had let herself into the house safely before he pulled away.  Ken and the children weren’t due home for another 2 hours.  She returned the cooler to the kitchen and then took her bag to the den.

        She sat down on the sofa where John and she had been sitting and talking not that long ago.  She took off her moon and hiking boots, stretched out on the sofa and propped her foot on a pillow.  She thought back on the weekend.  It almost seemed like a dream, but she knew it wasn’t.  She had the sketchbook to prove it.

        Reaching for it now, she opened the book to the portrait of John.  She had caught him in a very reflective pose as he looked out over the lake.  There was a tinge of sadness in his eyes but also an expression of happiness on his face as he recalled the memories of the time Annie and he spent at the cabin.  She had planned to add some color to the drawing.  Now she decided to leave it as a pencil sketch.  She worked on it a little, smoothing some edges and adding some details.  As she worked, her thoughts once again drifted back to the weekend.  She put down the sketch and closed her eyes.

        Brenda felt something being placed on her.  She stretched and slowly opened her eyes to find Ken covering her with a blanket.

        “Oh, Ken,” she rubbed her eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I closed my eyes for a second and must have dozed off.  I didn't hear you come in.  Are the kids home?”

        “Yes, they are doing homework.  I didn’t mean to wake you, honey.”  He sat down beside her after she moved over to give him some room.  “You looked so peaceful, I decided to let you sleep.  How was your day?  I saw the sketch you did...it’s wonderful.”

        “Thanks.  John and I had a great time at the waterfall.  Then we had lunch at the Wagon Wheel.  Oh, he invited all of us, plus Jesse and Mr. Irvine. to have dinner there with him on Friday.”  She was fully awake now and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

        “That’s wonderful.  I look forward to seeing John again.”  He hugged and kissed her.

        “I can’t wait to tell the kids.  I’ll go start dinner and we can tell them then.”  She said, reaching for her moon boot.

        Ken took the boot from her.  He carefully put it on then helped her up.  He offered to assist with dinner and they headed to the kitchen.

        For once, all the kids were home for dinner.  Over the spaghetti, Brenda told them about John and his invitation for that Friday.  Their oldest son, Branden, regretfully apologized, saying he already had a big date planned.  The other two, Jeremy and Jackie, were excited at the possibility of meeting a famous person.

        The remainder of the week past by quickly.  Brenda had an appointment with her doctor.  He gave her a splint that she could wear with her shoe instead of needing the moon boot.  She was glad to be rid of the awkward boot.  The doctor told her that it would be another two weeks or so before her foot was completely healed and advised her to remain off her foot as much as possible.

        She decided to take the rest of the week off from working at the studio.  Ken picked up the supplies, she needed from the studio, including an 11 x 14 frame, and she completed the portrait of John at home.   She would have Ken take it to the Wagon Wheel before their dinner on Friday so John wouldn’t see her carry it in.  When the time was right, she would have one of the waiters bring it to her.

        She met Jesse for lunch as they had planned.  Jesse excitedly told her all about Joe.  How wonderful and kind he was to her.  He lived in Colorado Springs and called her every day just to see how she was doing.  He wanted to take her to Italy to show her the art museums there.  When Brenda asked if she was in love with him, Jesse blushed.
In turn, Brenda told her friend all about her adventures with John.  She told her about the cabin, sitting by the lake, the unrecorded song John sang for her, the flight to and from Aspen, and the visit to the waterfall.  She also told her about John’s invitation, which Jesse immediately accepted.

        Jesse informed Brenda that John had called to let her know the paintings he had purchased and arranged to be delivered, including The Cabin Home, had arrived safely.

        Soon it was Friday and they were getting ready for dinner.  The kids wore blue jeans, flannel shirts and sneakers.  Ken had on dark tan jeans, a tan turtleneck shirt and a leather vest.  A pair of loafers completed his outfit.  Brenda also put on blue jeans, along with a white turtleneck and a blue sweater.  She wore her hair down and put on silver earrings.  She was happy to be able to wear both of her hiking boots.

        They all climbed into the Jeep and Ken drove to the Wagon Wheel.

        They arrived to find John already waiting.  He was wearing jeans, a green and white striped sweater and black cowboy boots.  He had called ahead to make reservations.  A table was waiting for them and they followed the waitress to their seats.

        John jokingly stated that he preferred Brenda’s other choice of footwear.  He liked the new fad she had started.  They all laughed at that.  She smiled ruefully at him, but joined in laughing.

        She introduced the kids to him and explained that Branden was sorry he couldn’t join them.  Soon Jesse and Joe met them.  The kids were a little bashful, this being the first time they have met someone famous.  John’s way with children showed itself as he soon had them warmed up to him, laughing and telling jokes.

        In between all the jokes and general chit chat, they placed their orders.  The kids order hamburgers, french fries and soda.  Jesse and Joe ordered steaks well done, baked potatoes with butter, tossed salads and iced tea.  Brenda, Ken and John ordered the Colorado Rainbow Trout, wild grain rice, tossed salads and lemonade.

        Their waitress, Wendy, brought their food.  When everyone had their plates in front of them, Ken pushed back his chair and stood up.

        Holding up his glass, he announced, “May I have everyone’s attention for a minute?  I would like to propose a toast.”  He waited until they were all looking at him and then continued, “First, to John for inviting us together tonight...thanks, John.”  John  acknowledged him with a nod of his head.  “Secondly, I would like to toast Brenda for being an excellent artist, mother and wife.  I love you, honey.”

        They all raised their glasses in agreement.  Brenda gave him an affectionate smile as he sat down.  Tears glisten in her eyes.  She thought how truly lucky she was to have Ken, the kids, a dear friend like Jesse and to be able to get to know John.  She couldn’t ask for more.

        They all dug in and enjoyed the meal.  John commented that the trout was the best he had ever tasted.  He told Wendy to pass his compliments along to the manager.  Only the kids were able to order desserts of chocolate cake.

        Brenda decided that it was time for her surprise.  She nodded to Ken who got up.  He assisted her from her chair.  She signaled to Wendy that it was time.  Ken went with her to retrieve the portrait.

        “I would like to make a little presentation,” she announced to the rest of them.  Turning to him, she continued, “John, I want to thank you for spending the last few days with me.  I had always dreamed of meeting you, but never did I dream to get to know you as I have.  The time we had together has been wonderful.  I’ll always treasure the memories.  To show you how much I appreciate the time, I would like to give you this gift.”

        Ken walked over to John and handed him the portrait that was wrapped in a soft white cloth.

        John took the gift and said, “You didn’t have to give me anything.  I have enjoyed the time just as much.  It has been pleasure to spend the past few days just relaxing with you.”

        He carefully unwrapped the portrait.  When he saw what it was, his infamous grin appeared on his face and his eyes danced in delight.

        “This is wonderful, Brenda.  I’m honored.”  He got up, handed the picture to Ken, and went over to give her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

        “Well, I did have a little problem doing the lips,” she blushed and looked away from him.  “But I finally got it worked out.”

        “It’s beautiful, thank you.  I have a surprise for you as well, but you will have to come to my house in Aspen to see it.  I’d like to fly Ken, the children and you up to Aspen tomorrow if that’s ok?”  He looked at Jesse and Joe.  “The two of you are invited as well.”

        Brenda was speechless as she heard the excited squeals from Jackie and Jeremy as she looked at Ken.  He nodded his agreement and smiled encouragingly.

        She turned to John and nodded, “Sure, tomorrow is fine with us.”

        “But only if you let me do the flying so you don’t have to go out of your way.  We can meet you at the Aspen Airport,” Ken suggested.

        “Great!  I’ll pick you up at the airport tomorrow morning at 11:00.”  He looked at Jesse and Joe, “How about you two?”

        Jesse answered for them both, “Sorry, John.  We have plans for tomorrow.  But we do have an announcement we would like to share with all of you.”

        She waited for everyone to quiet down.  Taking Joe’s hand in hers, she said, “Joe has asked me to marry him and I have said yes.  The wedding will be next Spring.”

        John was the first to find his voice.  “That’s wonderful Jesse!  Joe, you sure got yourself a lovely lady.  I would be honored if you would allow me to sing at the wedding.”

        Joe nodded his approval.  “We would be pleased to have you perform at our service, thank you.”

        “The pleasure is all mine,” he walked over and gave Jesse a hug and shook hands with Joe.

        Brenda went over and joined them.  She gave Jesse a hug and said, “Oh, Jesse, I’m so happy for you.  This is wonderful news!”

        “Thank you, dear.  Of course, I want you to be my matron on honor.  You’ve been like a daughter to me, it only seems fitting that you be a part of the wedding.”  The older woman smiled and then turned to Brenda’s daughter. “Jackie, how would you like to be a bridesmaid?”

        Jackie’s squeals of delight expressed her wonderment at the offer.  “Oh!  I would love to!”

        “Ok, then that’s settled,” Jesse replied.

        They continued to discuss the wedding and plans for the next day.  The time passed quickly and before they knew realized it, it was almost 10:30.  Jesse and Joe stood up to leave saying they had to get going because Joe still had to drive back to Colorado Springs.

        John signaled to Wendy for the check.  Over the objections of Ken and Joe, he paid the bill, including a big tip for the excited young waitress.

        They all left the restaurant together, John carrying the portrait.  Hugs were shared all around and plans were made for the next day.  They all went to their separate vehicles and headed home.

        Saturday morning dawned with the deep blue sky only found in Colorado.  Not a cloud was in sight.  It had all the makings of a beautiful, brisk Fall day.

        Brenda had gotten up when the alarm went off at 7:00.  She quickly showered and dressed.  She put on black jeans, a hunter green sweater and her hiking boots.  Grateful once again to be able to wear both using the splint with her injured foot.
She went to check on the children as Ken headed for the bathroom.

        She found 12 year old Jackie already up and bubbling with excitement.  She was putting on jeans and a purple sweatshirt.  She had tied her hair back in a ponytail with a purple ribbon.

        Brenda continued on to the boys’ room.  Branden, 16, was just waking up.  He greeted his mother with a good morning.  Jeremy, 14, was still in bed.  She went over and gently shook him awake.  He mumbled something that she assumed meant he would get up.  She told them not to take too long if they wanted breakfast before they left and went out of the room.

        She went to the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker.  Ken joined her as she was putting whole wheat bread into the toaster.  He gave her a kiss and hug.  Together they set out bowls, spoons, glasses, orange juice, milk and cereal.

        Jackie was the first to come into the kitchen and helped herself to the Post Raisin Bran.  Brenda was setting the toast on the table when Branden, in jeans, green plaid flannel shirt and sneakers, came in.  He said told them Jeremy would be there in a minute.

        They were chattering happily about the day’s adventure and what John might have in store for them when Jeremy walked in.  He was also wearing jeans along with a blue sweatshirt with a picture of a wolf on it and sneakers.

        They quickly finished their breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen.  They collected their jackets, climbed into the Jeep and settled down for the short drive to the airport where Ken had instructed his plane be readied for the flight to Aspen.

        They boarded the small plane.  The ensured their seat belts were buckled as Ken started the engine.  After receiving take off clearance from the tower, they were soon on the way to Aspen.  Jackie and Jeremy used the time to tell Branden all about meeting John the night before.

        The flight passed quickly.  Ken landed the plane expertly and, following Brenda’s directions, taxied to John’s hanger.  He told them the night before he would meet them there.  As they pulled up, they saw him standing by the doors.  He came out and waved to them.  He was wearing jeans, black cowboy boots and a plain blue sweatshirt.

        Ken brought the plane to a stop.  Branden unbuckled his seat belt and went to open the door.  John helped to lower it as he offered his hand to Brenda.  As Ken and the children climbed down, John gave her a hug.

        “How was the flight?”  He asked shaking Ken’s hand.

        “Pleasant,” he replied.

        John turned to the older boy and offered his hand, “You must be Branden.  It is good to meet you.”

        “I’m pleased to meet you as well, Mr. Denver,” he nodded and shook John’s hand.

        “Please, call me John.”  He greeted Jackie and Jeremy in turn.

        John lead them to the dark blue Dodge Caravan he had rented to accommodate all of them.  On the short drive to his house, he told them the story of how Annie and he had picked the spot to build the house.  He also pointed out Annie’s home, complete with the kangaroo crossing sign out front, as they drove past.

        Reaching the gate to Starwood, John pulled to a stop alongside the guardhouse.  He lowered his window, “It’s ok, Don, they’re with me.”

        The guard raised his hand in greeting and waved them on.

        As they pulled into the driveway, the children exclaimed in awe.  Brenda, having already been there, smiled at their delight.

        They piled out and John led them to the front door.  Walking inside, even Brenda had to look around in wonder.  She had only seen the outside of the house as she waited for John to get his camera that day.

        The decor of the house suited him perfectly.  Natural color tones dominated the rooms.  As he led them through the house, she could tell John had taken great care in decorating the place.

        Various sizes of area rugs and runners were used so the natural wood flooring could add to the warmth of the rooms.  Here and there along the walls hung framed photographs and artwork.  Brenda assumed the photographs were some of John’s own, as she knew he enjoyed taking pictures.  Fresh flowers and potted plants were placed here and there.

        He led them into a large family room with a fireplace.  The room was painted a light beige color.  The floor was mostly hardwood.  A large, midnight blue rug laid before the hearth.  Two blue sofas, with several small beige pillows, faced the fireplace.  A desk was on the left side of the room to the fireplace.  To the right, large windows afforded a fantastic view of the mountains.  A sliding glass door led out to a patio.  On the walls hung more artwork, including The Cabin Home.

        As Brenda saw the painting, she stopped in her tracks.  Ken, who was right behind her, nearly collided with her.  He turned to see what had attracted her attention.  Seeing the artwork, he gave her a smile.

        John had reached the sofa before he turned around to ask them to give him their coats.  Seeing Brenda’s expression, he grinned. “So, what do you think?  I had been saving that spot on the wall for the perfect painting.   When I went to an opening of a wonderfully talented budding artist, I saw that one.  I knew it had to go in that spot.”

        She looked at him and blushed, “John, I think it looks great.  Thank you again.”

        “Well, come on in.  Let me take your coats,” he gathered them.  “Now, make yourselves at home and I’ll go get us something to drink.  Ken, if you want, please go ahead and start a fire.  The firewood is in the box beside the fireplace.”

        Ken nodded his approval as he walked over.  Branden went to help his father as the two younger kids sat down on the sofa.  Brenda offered to assist John and he accepted.

        The fire was blazing brightly as they returned.  John carried a tray with steaming mugs of hot chocolate while Brenda had a tray with chocolate chip cookies.  They set the trays on the table that was in front of the sofa.  Everyone helped themselves and found a comfortable spot to sit.

        John, sitting on the sofa next to Brenda, took a careful sip of his hot chocolate.  “I’m happy you all could come here.  I wanted to bring the surprise with me last night, but it wasn’t quite ready and I didn’t want to take the chance of damaging it. “  He glanced at her, then said, “But we’ll get to that later. “

        She was about to protest, then decided that if he wanted to prolong the suspense, so be it.  She would play along.

        John had turned to her oldest and was saying, “I heard all about Jackie and Jeremy last night.  Tell me a little about yourself, Branden.”

        “Well, I’m a junior in high school, just got my driver’s license, work at Taco Bell  and play on the school ice hockey team and in the band.” He told him, helping himself to another cookie.

        “I would love to hear you play sometime.  Perhaps we could do a duet, or, if Jeremy is interested, we could all play together,” he looked at Jeremy who nodded in agreement.

        “Great!  We’ll get together then.  Do you enjoy fishing as much as these two do?”  John questioned Brandon.

        “Yes, I do.  Our mom gave us that love,” Branden replied with a quick smile at his mother.

        “Well, then, how would the three of you like to join me on a camping/fishing trip this summer?  I’ll see if I can convince Anna Kate and  Zak to come along too.  That is, of course, if your parents approve.”  He announced.

        While Branden and Jeremy managed to keep their excitement low keyed, Jackie was gleefully nodding and clapping her hands.

        “Oh please?  Mom.... Dad, say yes......  Please?” she could hardly contain her delight.

        Her parents and John laughed at her apparent joy.

        He turned to them now, “I promise I will take good care of them.  It will only be a weekend trip.  We can work the logistics out later, but you will know exactly where we will be.”

        Brenda took Ken’s hand in hers.  “We trust you completely, John.  Ken and I would love to have the children join you.  I think the hardest thing will be keeping them in line for the next few months what with the holidays coming, the wedding in the Spring and now this,” she told him, an amused look on her face.

        John laughed, “Well, if you think you can handle one more surprise, I’ll go get yours.  But if it’s too much, it can just wait until another time.”  He teased her.

        She smiled ruefully, “Please do go get it.  I am curious to know what it is.  I think I can take one more surprise.”

        "Ok,” he said standing up.  “I’ll be right back.”

        As they waited for him to return, Jackie and the boys discussed the camping trip.  They were amazed that John would invite them.  Brenda reminded them that he was just like any other person.  She told them he didn’t want to be treated like a celebrity but as a friend.

        Just then, John came back, carrying something that looked like a flat box.  He sat down beside Brenda and handed it to her.  He motioned that she should open it.

        The children crowded around her behind the sofa as she carefully lifted the lid off the box.  Ken took it from her and placed it on the floor.  She pulled away the layer of tissue paper.  When she saw what was inside, her eyes opened wide in astonishment and her jaw dropped.  There was a gasp of surprise from Jackie.

        Inside the box, wrapped in tissue paper, was an 11x14 painting of Brenda.  It showed her reflectively looking out the window of an airplane.  In the bottom right corner was John’s signature.  She realized it must be from when John flew her home after their visit to the cabin.  What she couldn’t figure out was how it had come to be a painting.  Unable to utter a word, she looked at John with a puzzled expression.

        His eyes sparkled with delight at her expression.  “I assume you are pleased with your gift.”

        She took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, it’s lovely.  But how....?”

        “Well, I started dabbling a little with the paintbrush a few years ago.  Nothing fancy, just things I do for fun.  But when I had the pictures I took developed, I saw that one and decided to try it.  It’s what I have been working on all week in between my other commitments.”  He told  her, pleased that he had completely surprised her.

        “I don’t know what to say, John.  Other than that it’s beautiful.  I am truly touched by this.  I know you have put a lot of time and effort into this.  Thank you.”  With tears threatening to spill over, she leaned over and embraced him, wiping tears from her eyes as she sat back.

        Ken smiled at her, then said, “Well, seeing as how this is a time for surprises, I might as well share my news.”

        Brenda looked at him incredulously.  They had never kept anything from each other.  She couldn’t imagine what he was going to say.  She was on the verge of asking when Ken held up his hand.

        “Just a minute and I’ll tell you.  This involves the kids too,” he turned so he could see them better.  They gave him their full attention, as curious as their mother.

        “This is actually two surprises in one.  First, I was given a promotion at work which includes a sizeable raise.”  He paused to let the information sink in.

        “Oh, Ken!  That’s wonderful!”  Brenda exclaimed.

        “Congratulations, Ken!”  John offered his hand, which Ken shook.

        “Thanks.  Now, for the other news.  This will only happen if everyone agrees to it.  It has to be a family decision.”  He looked at the kids then took Brenda’s hand in his.  “Honey, I know you’ve always wanted a house where you could have your studio.  So, I took the liberty of meeting with a Realtor.  With what we can get for our current house, we should be able to afford a new home.  I’ve checked some places out and found one that I think is perfect for us.  I put a deposit on it until the kids and you can check it out tomorrow.  Now before you kids object, you’ll still be going to the same school.  So you won’t be leaving friends behind.  If everyone agrees, we’ll get it.”

        The tears that had only threaten before, spilled over now.  She could hear the children talking excitedly among themselves behind her.  She smiled at Ken through her tears.

        “Ken, I know we’ve talked about getting a bigger place someday, but can we really afford it now?”  She asked, wiping away tears with the tissue John had handed her.

        “From what the Realtor told me, it looks promising.  We’ll talk about it more after you have seen the place.”  He told her, giving her a hug.

        “Well, this calls for a celebration!  What do you say we have lunch?  Then I’ll sing if you want.”  John suggested eagerly.

        Brenda smiled and the kids heartedly approved.  John led them to the kitchen which was done in golden oak wood.  A large farm table was in the middle of the room.  They dined on sandwiches, chips and more cookies.  After they were finished eating, they all helped to clean up.

        Back in the family room, John tuned his guitar.  He played On The Wings Of An Eagle* and then Higher Ground*.

        “Is there a particular song anyone wants to hear?” he asked, adjusting the guitar.

        Jackie immediately spoke up, “Oh, please play Tools*?”

        Smiling at her, he nodded and began to play.

        Ken then requested Perhaps Love*.  He held his wife tightly as John sang.

        He continued to take requests and sing for another hour.  They all joined in on some of the songs.

        John put down his guitar. “How about a tour of the house and a hike on the grounds?”

        They all loved the idea.  As John led them through the house, he told them that he was hoping to return to China sometime the next year.  It was still his hope to bring peace and democracy to that country.  He told them about the beauty of China and the Great Wall.

        They got their jackets from the closet John had put them and headed outside.  He showed them where he had stood that day and knew this was where he would build his first real home.  The spot overlooked the beautiful valley below.

        “This is where I was standing with Annie when we knew this was where we wanted to build our home,” he said, gazing out over the valley.  “Come, on...I’ll show you the trails.”

        As they walked the paths, John told them more about the trip he wanted to make to China, his upcoming tour and the latest project he was working on to promote environmental issues.

        “People need to realize that we can live in harmony with nature and the creatures that call this planet home,” he stooped down to pick up a piece of paper that had found its way onto the trail.  “Oh, don’t mind me.  I’m always picking up trash that belongs in a garbage bin, not here.  I usually bring along a bag when I walk out here,” he said when they all stopped.

        As they continued along their way, they all started keeping an eye out for trash.  They even made it a game to see who could find the next piece first.  Brenda found a plastic shopping bag in one of her pockets that they used to put the trash in.
It was going on 5:30 in the afternoon when they headed back to the house.

        “How about going to the Cantina in Aspen for dinner?” John asked, opening the door for them.

        Brenda and Ken nodded in agreement.  They had eaten there often when they came to Aspen to ski.  It was one of their favorite places.  “But only if you let us cover the tab this time.” Ken added.

        “Well, you drive a hard bargain, but sure.”  John replied with a grin.

        They went inside to freshen up a bit and John called to make reservations.  Then they climbed into the Caravan.  As they headed down the mountain towards Aspen, Jackie piped up, “John, what’s your favorite song?”

        “Well,” he glanced at her in the rearview mirror.  “My favorite song is whichever one I am working on at the moment.”

        “Oh,” she said thoughtful.  “How do you write the songs?”

        John chuckled, “I take the songs from what I see around me.  A lot of times the song just floats by and I pluck it out of air.  I don’t write the songs, I’m just an instrument for them to get to people.  I’ve always said I don’t own the songs.  They belong to everyone.”

        They reached the restaurant and he pulled into a parking space.  As they got out, John gave Jackie a hug.  “Does that answer your question?”

        She nodded that it did and he playfully tousled her hair.

        “Great!  Now, let’s go eat.”  He held the door open for them as they filed in.

        A table was ready for them and they were immediately shown to their seats.  They shared a large order of tacos and burritos.  As they ate, they continued to chat about everything.  Jackie, Jeremy and Branden shared news of their school activities.  Brenda said she was thinking of another gallery showing in the summer.  They also talked about the big news of the wedding and the new house.

        Before they knew, it was 8:30.  Ken paid the bill and they filed out of the restaurant.

        As they drove back to Starwood, Brenda said with regret, “John, I wish we could stay longer, but it is getting late and we should get going.”

        Ken nodded as the kids tried to protest.  Jackie was being the loudest of them.

        John soothed her by pointing out that he would see them all again, promising that the next visit would be soon.  He also reminded her about the camping trip in the summer.

        “I also have one more thing for all of you.”  He said as he pulled up to the house.  “Come on in and I’ll get it.”

        He motioned for them to follow him back to the family room.  He walked over to the desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a long white envelope.  Walking back to Brenda, he handed it to her.

        She carefully opened it to find inside tickets for the Red Rocks Amphitheater.  She saw they were for a concert he was giving next month.  There were enough tickets for each of them plus two more.  As she looked at them closer, she noticed that they were for front row, center seats.  She started to protest but John stopped her.

        “Please, take them.  The two extras are for Jesse and Joe.  I’ll look forward to seeing you all there.”  He told them.

        “You can count on us.  We’ll be there,” she replied standing up to give him a hug.

        Brenda carefully picked up her prized portrait and they went back to the van.  He drove them back to the airport and helped Ken check the plane over.  Hugs were given all around as they promised to keep in touch.  When everyone was settled, Ken taxied away from the hanger.  John watched them and waved.

        The plane took off smoothly into the dark sky in which millions of stars sparkled.  As they headed towards Pueblo, Brenda reflected on all that had happened in the past week.  She thought about all the good things to come, a new home, the concert, Jesse’s wedding and the camping trip for the kids.  She knew that the wonderful friendship that had begun this past week would blossom into something they would all cherish.
 
 

Higher Ground
words and music by John Denver

There are those who can live
With the things they don’t believe in
They are giving up their lives
For something that is less than it can be

Some have longed for a home
In a place of inspiration
Some will find the emptiness inside
By giving it all for the things that they belive
They believe

CHORUS
Maybe it’s just the dream in me
Maybe it’s just my style
Maybe it’s just the freedom that I’ve found
Given the possibility
Of living up to the dream in me
You know that I’ll be reaching for higher ground

I will stand on my own
I will live up to this vision
I will trust in what I feel
And follow my heart until it brings me home
Brings me home

CHORUS

Keep me through the night
Lead me to the light
Teach me the magic of wonder
Give me the spirit to fly

CHORUS

On The Wings Of An Eagle
(although the story credits John with writing this song,
author is unknown)

Oh, my home is in the mountains
I am free, I am free
I am one with wind and eagles
I am free

Given wings to sail in gracefulness
The sky, the sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away

I've been a long time on the highway
I've been a long time on the run
And it gets to be like chaos
When I'm so long away from home

And sometimes it's just too much to bare
And I hide behind my eyes
I can picture friendly faces
And I can dream of friendly skies

And I guess that I'm the lucky one
For the truth of what I know
For my heart has not denied me
And I have somewhere to go

I shall never be a prisoner
To steel and glass and stone
If I leave I will return again
To my Rocky Mountain home

Oh de la he, ooh de le ooh oh
Ah de le he, ooh de le ah
Oh de la he, ooh de le ooh oh
Ah de le he, ooh de le ah

Oh, my home is in the mountains
I am free, I am free
I am one with wind and eagles
I am free
 

Given wings to sail in gracefulness
The sky, the sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away

In the hands of my father
In the light of the sunshine
On the wings of an eagle
I'm flying again (I'm flying again)
I'm flying again (I'm flying again)
I'm flying again (I'm flying again)
I'm flying again

   *Eagle And The Hawk words and music by John Denver and Mike Taylor
   *Farewell Andromeda produced by Milton Okun
   *Eagles And Horses words and music by John Denver
   *For You words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
   *Higher Ground words by John Denver and Joe Henry, music by John Denver and Lee Holdridge
   *Whispering Jesse words and music by John Denver
   *On The Wings Of An Eagle
   *Windsong produced by Milton Okun
   *Singing Skies And Dancing Waters words and music by John Denver
   *Tools words and music by John Denver
   *Perhaps Love words and music by John Denver
 
 

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