Hot chocolate
19 November, 2022.
Early last month we found ourselves in Idaho – well, just barely. The bed and breakfast was dismal – as in dead flies all over the floor, and tiles falling from the ceiling, exposed wires, and so on. Getting up to our room meant climbing a narrow outdoor stair that was barely attached to a frighteningly unstable wood deck. The deck was huge and swayed noticeably when walked upon, and I was terrified it was going to collapse. But the first morning was cool, and the folding chairs on the deck only mildly uncomfortable. We sipped cups of hot chocolate and enjoyed a magnificent view of a valley we hadn’t even noticed upon arrival the night before.
And crossed our fingers that the deck would make it until we finished our cups of cocoa.