Too Tired To Blush

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We walked about 10 feet to another smaller door on the front of the building that I had assumed was some kind of a service entrance, but turned out to be the door to our suite.

Stacy stepped onto the small, wooden deck, and opened the door.

"We don't lock things around here, so there's no key to give you. But there is a lock on the inside of the door so you can secure it at night."

Stacy flipped on the light-switch, and we stepped through the door into a wonderful, warm, dry, and surprisingly large room. Although, with the state of physics north of the border I shouldn't have been surprised. Pale olive-green walls matched perfectly with the natural wood of the vaulted ceilings. The bed was king-sized, and continuing with the motif the frame was constructed entirely out of logs.

The rest of the room contained two high-back library style chairs, a small couch, all arranged in a semi-circle around a gas fireplace. We could see a huge walk-out deck, and a bay-window overflowing with cushy pillows on the built-in seat. Right then I knew that spot would become your mom's favorite place to curl up with a book for the next few days. The room was immaculate. Freshly painted, and all of the furniture looked quite new. Off to the side of the bed was a small, yet fully updated and functional bathroom with a walk-in shower.

Stacy walked around, showing us the light switches, thermostats, towels, etc. It was all fairly self-explanatory. Evidently, toilets and electricity work much the same this far north. Not like Europe or Asia. Bastards.

After concluding her tour of the room, Stacy said, "So, don't hesitate to call with anything you need." She smiled, and with her punkish-pixie looks was simply chock-full of awesome. She reminded me a more than a bit of you and your sister. Well, until you got all Navy-a-pated on us.

"Oh, just so you know since this is your first time here, all of our meals are served in the main dining room. Breakfast is at 7, and then we offer a make-your-own box lunch after breakfast. Most people do a lot of hiking while they’re here, and we find that letting them pack their own bag works out best for everyone."

She looked at us in our gear and me on my cane, and added, "Of course, not everyone hikes. There's plenty to do here in the Lodge, or you can just 'relax'."

She teased out the word 'relax' until it actually sounded quite naughty, and gave us a wink.

I was too tired to blush.