Our mini-noitacav
Sure, most people would consider our nomadic lifestyle as already a vacation, and the low-stress life of living full time on the road does not necessarily beckon us to take a dedicated vacation or anything. But we did anyway, a reverse-vacation – from nomad to sitting still – a Noitacav.
Last year when we dropped into Silver Plume for a visit to Dram Apothecary, Kerri and I were seduced by the nearly ghost town ambiance that is Silver Plume. OK, sure, the fine drinks of Dram may have played a roll but we were seduced nonetheless. When Dram announced that they bought another building in town and were converting it to a 3-room lodge, Kerri was fast to jump on the Kickstarter campaign, locking us in for a 2-night stay when the rooms were completed. One room had been completed and we set a reservation for a weekend we knew we would be in town anyway. We would abandon the dogs at sitters for the weekend, giving us a weekend fully to ourselves – a vacation of sorts.
It was obvious when Kerri opened the door to the Lodge that she loved it. I could see her ear-to-ear smile even though she was facing away from me. We spent the next half-hour gawking at the place, just soaking it in.
That evening we set off to the bar for some drinks, conversing for hours while sipping away. The place was crowded, as in all seats were in use, but the feel of small town tavern was not swept away. As we set off back to the Lodge we had realized something was amuck. Two drinks each, that was it, I swear. I’m a light-weight when it comes to alcohol so for me to be drunk after two drinks is common place, but Kerri was hammered! We stumbled the block back to the Lodge, fell through the door laughing, and spent the next hour questioning each other on how much we had to drink.
The next morning we woke to a slight hangover (even Kerri!). With no plans, we hung around the room for the morning. Just cuddled up on the couch enjoying the warmth and quiet. It was quite possible that we would not even get dressed or leave the room the entire day…
… but we did, to tour Historic Georgetown, just down the road, and drove up the mountain to Guanella Pass just for kicks.
Afterwards we enjoyed a few hours playing video games before taking down a fine Kerri-preppared steak meal with a few more drinks, washing away any final signs of the earlier hangover.
Our final morning we woke to a coating of snow outside the window, perfectly finishing off our mini-noitacav adventure. Two full days without the dogs, no work to be done, and no plans for hikes or other outdoor adventures. Just being lazy and enjoying each others company – undivided – for a weekend. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend.
Altitude most likely contributed to your being hammered. Used to see it all the time my days in Tahoe. (<;
We were thinking the same thing.
Sounds like it was a wonderful and relaxing weekend, even with the getting hammered thing!
Yes it was.