Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Sometimes

Sometimes I dream about this place because I love it.

It's such a secret.

Very few people know about this place but I have met people from Ottawa to Argentina here; and yet I always encounter someone I know too. (I love that; it makes the world so much smaller.)

The lodge is classic rustic. The benches are the kind we all had to make in shop class in junior high. There's no fireplace but attached to a wall is a truly ancient pair of skiis. (Think 1x4s with leather straps.) And this lodge smells like homemade soup. Plus the cinnamon buns here? Whoa.

What else can I say? My favourite run is dancing hill. And if heaven exists, I know it has chairlifts.

#seeyoulaterwinter

8 comments:

Al Penwasser said...

A good bet this isn't in the Bahamas.

Jeremy Bates said...

I would literally slap the taste out of Mother Teresa's mouth for a chance to smell a cinnamon bun about now. lol

The ski lodge looked deserted. Did the ghost of Sonny Bono scare everyone away?

I believe the last time I skied I used some antiques.

Mrs. Tuna said...

Nature gives me the hebie jeebies

The Mommy Patient said...

Is your monitor turning green right now, because I am soooo envious. I am also sticking my tongue out at you, so there. (color me jealous)

Paul McCormick said...

This sounds awesome. My uncle has a VERY small, VERY rustic cabin out on the Arizona strip. Super fun to go to.

wendy said...

Dancing Hill...what a great name for a slope.
My skiing looked a lot more like a tumbling act.
Those kind of get aways, and rustic charm are wonderful places to retreat to.

karensomethingorother said...

I've never gone downhill skiing. I'm severely lacking in a backbone.

Symdaddy said...

Never took to skiing, but I know what you mean about the 'smaller world'.

I once went to Australia only to meet a man (that I didn't know) that only lived two streets from me. We also met a family from my home town that I DID know!

Tis indeed a small world!

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