Merry Christmas to Us. We booked this cabin several months back as a Christmas present to each other. A weekend in the mountains with little more than the packs on our backs, a wood stove and a gas cooking stove.
We hiked in on Friday to find this little gem made of logs. One room. A small table with a few chairs. No electricity. A resident mouse who munched on our chocolate unbeknownst to us in the middle of the night. Cribbage. Boxed wine "equivalent to four bottles". And you'd be surprised at the deliciousness that were our meals: Grilled Pepperjack cheese sandwiches and soup. Eggs with sausage and mini bagels. Steak and potatoes. Fruit. And of course, mini chocolate wax donuts that have become a staple - or more, a tradition - for any out of town adventure. And not a six-pack. A whole box.
A sled. And an inner tube that would need to be pumped up upon arrival.
And stars. So many stars. We laid on our backs in the snow around midnight on Friday night. Stars as far as the eye could see.
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