The 30mph gusts were whipping up the freshly-fallen powder as we reached the top of one of Solitude’s signature runs. We needed warmth and coffee and something to keep us going, we got all that and a little something extra.
Lodge was definitely too grand a term for the Portakabin-type cafe, but it was warm, welcoming and tucked away on the mid-mountain. The Three Dudes serving behind the counter greeted us happily, very happily. In fact, they had that relaxed manner of those who have just enjoyed a cigarette break, smoking one of those ‘special’ cigarettes that doesn’t come in a packet with a warning from the Surgeon General.
The relaxed atmosphere was contagious, we felt suddenly very carefree, I don’t know what came over me, but I was moved to sing along to the karaoke version of Maggie May, which the Three Dudes pronounced ‘awesome’ – Maggie May, that is, not my singing, though I’m not sure they heard it. The slopes beckoned, the other diners didn’t look like they appreciated a female Rod Stewart, so we waved a fond farewell and skied ourselves back to sensibility.
As we staggered back to the car, the Solitude hosts had set up a camp fire to toast marshmallows and make s’mores. These super-sweet apres ski delicacies are Graham crackers, chocolate and melted marshmallow. A fine end to the day topped off with a visit to the movies to see True Grit. Awesome.