The rain is pissing down and we are tucked between and watching the fire fight an epic battle against the elements. I am staying at the most amazing backpackers lodge. A cluster of log cabins and cottages that look out over the plunging mountains and trees. Yesterday, when the weather, was better, the dogs took us for a long walk through a forest where I am sure Hob Gobblins and Knomes live. You have to be careful not to leave the kitchen door open or else the horse will come in and help himself. Last night as family of strangers ate beef stir fry and cuddled up on the couch and watch slum dog millionair.
I think the concept of a back packers lodge is beautiful and great. A place for travelers to come in and take refuge from the road and their times of homelessness. There are people from all walks of life and I feel totally safe and warm. The more I travel the more I see that people are not as bad as there reputation suggests.
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