Last week Tim and I had a fantastic holiday at a back-country ski-touring lodge NE of Prince George in the North Rocky Mountains. We woke every day to the smell of muffins baking and coffee brewing, and then skied up and down in the most gorgeous terrain imaginable for 6 days in a row. Not once did we think about work, and the bakery, and our never-ending list of tasks to get ready for opening day. Mostly, I was concentrating on getting my ass UP the hills without some kind of cardiovascular collapse, and Tim was concentrating on getting DOWN the hills in one piece. If you’re into this kind of thing, Dezaiko Lodge is the shit. Really. Go there. Here is a taste, in 2-D:
And now, we are back at it: painting of the bakery’s interior and construction of counters continues.