Early on, we went to the Motherlode Lodge and ate fried mushrooms and drank stale coffee at an oilcloth covered in front of one of the iron fireplaces. That place is closed now.

When we left, I was struck by how odd it felt to be the only animated things in sea of snow and ice. Everything else was covered in white, asleep and blue.

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