"Bill would HATE this," I commented as we drove up the winding mountain road; the higher we got, the steeper the drop-off.
But the views! I would have loved them if I wasn't behind the wheel piloting us on the final 7 miles of our road trip to Mountain Lake Lodge. At 5:30, the December sun was long gone behind the mountains to the west, but the sky was magnificent.
"Is that snow?" Heidi asked.
"Yup. Are those deer?" I asked in return.
And then, there it was: So many holiday lights! The lodge, the trees, the Christmas Village all lit up on the top of the mountain. Was it, dare I say? Dazzling?
Indeed it was.
Dazzling!
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