The storm of the century rolls over The West. I pull the blanket up closer to my chin and wait for a new day to dawn.

Akin to a Las Vegas casino, clocks mysteriously are nowhere to be found here in the lodge. Makes it easier to just enjoy your surroundings. I venture back out into the wilderness on ski’s, and traipse around the snow covered roads and trails, watching herds of bison slowly forage for food.

The silence out here reminds me of an old black and white movie. Scary and brilliant at the same time. The story of a severed foot found out here last summer gives me chills as I make my way through the landscape. The body was never found, and so the legend of the severed foot grows….

I sometimes wonder how my own story will end….

In mystery, like the severed foot, or in a mundane fashion, dead in my home, found weeks later by neighbors or local EMT’s, wondering what the awful smell is…..

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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