ski bear

More billy-goating around the mountains yesterday.

An uncle, a cousin and Chad’s sister showed up and we caravanned to the Seven Springs Ski Club for brunch… The resort is as shockingly close as Ohio Pyle – just in the other direction.

It’s too early in the season so there wasn’t any snow – but it was still beautiful. It seems ski lodge architecture makes me nuts… Huge timbers… Gigantic planes of windows… Lots of stone… I’d never been to a ski lodge before. Now I can’t wait to go to one again, tempt fate and try putting on a pair of skis.

The micro-towns surrounding the resort were more touristy. At last, a chance to pick up some things for friends and family back home. Stopped into two different general stores and a chain-saw sculpture gallery.

I chatted up the sculptor who noticed our Missouri plates, and caught myself daydreaming…. again…. about life-sustaining / lucrative trades that could support three men living on a side of a mountain.

Today’s the pilgrimage to IKEA.

I’m not blogging – I’m packing a day-trip bag.