Nestled on a hill high up in the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho, sits an old rustic lodge built in 1930. Sits solitary outside the tiny town of Stanley, which they say has only thirty days a year without a freeze. It’s the Old West here at the guest ranch. Its pool is thermal with temperatures over 100 degrees, even in winter when temperatures drop to 20 below! We’ve been here in the summer greeted each morning by the icy freeze.
I call this a rustic lodge. Don’t be fooled. It’s luxury through and through! With an accommodating and friendly staff to pamper our every need!
Far from city lights, you can see stars…and more stars. Light pollution is not heard of at the guest ranch in Stanley. Only problem is that it doesn’t get dark in the summer ’til after 10pm. So I drag myself out of bed at 3am, stumble around, finding my sweats, hoping not to stub a toe, keeping quiet as my wife soundly sleeps. Tip toe out the door, careful not to slip on the frozen grass below my sandals. I look up!
The Milky Way. The Big Dipper. Constellations. God’s creation. His handiwork. Psalm 8: 3-4–‘When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him?’ Looking at the sky that night, I couldn’t help feeling so miniscule.
I wish I could have stayed out all night. But some fear emerges. This city boy wonders what animal may be lurking in those shadows. But still I thank the Lord for the luxury of seeing so much on a cloudless night at the ranch in Stanley, Idaho.
For the beauty of your creation, we thank you Lord. Amen.