Bascom Lodge, haven for hikers and climbers on top of the mountain..
I could have cared less…. but the husband wanted to check it out.
I was hoping for a warm respite from the wind inside.
But to be honest it was pretty damned cold even in the building. Notice everyone is having coffee with their coats still on.
There’s a fireplace, people! Light the damned thing.
We could have stayed and ordered a $17 grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, but elected to move on.
That is, I elected to move on…. and jogged halfway to the car through the biting wind only to realize that the husband hadn’t moved an inch and was standing outside the lodge jaw jacking with other tourists with the the car keys in his pocket.
Not to mention Brrr!
Jog back to the lodge, grab the husband mid sentence…. and pull.
You know all those people who say women talk too much? They’ve never met my husband.
The man would talk to a tree stump. And probably has.
Seriously…. conversation in -10 wind chill is over rated.
Nestled in the warm car, the ride down the mountain was as pretty as up.
We passed a lake…
And some nice farm land.
On our way to the next destination.
It’s only day 4 remember?
We were gone a week.