It snowed. Then the sky cleared and shone blinding rays of sun, reflecting off the mountains and snow. Just ahead a small grey cloud blurred the peaks, that seemed, ages away. Minutes later it hung above us, and brought more snow. This pattern carried on all afternoon and night, and, you guessed it, we woke to maybe 5” more in our footpath outside the cabin.
Max and I moseyed into the lodge for coffee and breakfast, and a bathroom, since ours reminded me of a training potty. We were greeted by an oof oof dog (you know, those tall brown and black terrier cousins that don’t shed), who apparently let himself out of the Lodge. I oozed puppy love and we went inside to meet another beauty. An 11month German Shepherd who was shy and very sweet, hid behind his owner, but loved the oof oof named Loki. The weekend brought out the snow people, their dogs, and the place was humming! Snow mobiles for Marcel, skiing, hikers, and sledders were crawling outside, which was really nice to see.
Somehow, despite the crowd, we were still special, and Hap came by, telling us more about his family’s business. The history and anecdotes from Hap were really neat, and I’ll definitely be looking up the Werlitzer (?) specialty music place, for fun. Hap was an interesting guy, and likely our favorite character met on this trip. We also learned that Robert DeNiro and Colbert ate ice cream sundaes, and had a pleasant non-confrontational talk (“not like when he was on Letterman,” said Hap). The sun baked us all in the window seat, and we settled our bill.
Before leaving, I played in the snow a bit, and then we caught our next ride to Rose Cottage, and comfortable living.
The Lodge
Look closely! A couch, coffee table, and Sher
Tight? Weird but totally worth it.
One more time, to really drive home the awesomeness. Hap. In the painting.