Snowshoe Pics

First off, we're up on the mountain, just got there, driving around looking at what's what. We're split up into three vehicles, certain people coming from certain places. Three of us in one vehicle all look at our cell phones and realize we have no service (thanks Verizon) we actually drive around holding our phones in the air like we might hit some random strand of radio wave that will let us send a text. Or better off, let us get a hold of the other two vehicles somewhere driving up the eastern side of the country.
Well, it turned out that not having cell phone use was pretty sweet actually. And, it turned out that there was some kind of satellite telescope on the mountain that blocked all radio waves. It was tough not being able to talked to loved ones (and confusing to them as to why you won't return there calls or texts) or being able to communicate with work and organize orders and such. But, then you realize....I'm on vacation. They're gonna have to suck it up and make things happen for themselves.


Grand Marnier made the trip with us. Along with three or four handles (maybe five) of bourbon, four bottles of vodka, two bottles of gin, two large Jaggers, three or four bottles of wine(come on it's for a week for ten people), one case of red bull, one case of Gatorade, and not enough water, but many of memories and good times. Along with enough food to keep us healthy and happy.

We went out to eat at a place called Ember, the fine dining restaurant on the mountain. It was pretty cool. The food was a
little cold at times, under seasoned, techniques and ideas missed and just not used properly, but enjoying each others company more than made up for any misguided salt block attempts.


Every morning the deer would be looking into the large kitchen window like they were watching TV, knowing all the previous humans would through food out to them, we were an expected source of nourishment. If they only ate proteins they would be the best fed deer on earth. Instead they got bread (9grain) and
frozen waffles (come on, where else are there deer eating waffles?)
and some peanuts. I realized why we eat these little creatures instead of using them as pets or to heard cattle, the are not bright at all....and they taste good. Don't worry, we didn't eat any of our new breakfast friends. Although it was talked about.

Throughout the week we would entertain ourselves by reading the "welcome to our house" books that the owners leave out for guest to fill in with their experiences and good times. Most of them were
complaints, which are well justified, but it seemed to defeat the

purpose of what the owners were looking for, at least that's what I think, I really hope it's a nice old couple that enjoy sharing their home with strangers as if they were grandparents taking in their grandchildren and their friends.