We have some regulars who come to the Lovestead pretty much every day.
They seem to like visiting the far shed.
I don't know if they sleep there, but we do see lots of deer tracks where the snow ends and the dry ground under the shed roof begins.
And, yesterday morning, Bridie went on a persistent sniffing mission through each section of the building after picking up a scent inside the shed.
They also came in late afternoon but apparently went out for dinner because Bill and the dogs didn't see them during their walks down the lane in the evening.
We don't feed deer, but it's nice that they feel at home here on the Lovestead.
It's a beautiful morning here.
Schweitzer is looking stunning out the west window.
I hope they have enough snow for skiing to be safe.
BTW: every so often I like to resurrect blogs I've created over the years on different subjects.
One year, while writing about the 50th history of our local ski resort, I had so much extra material from interviews that I put together a blog about some of the Schweitzer Originals.
With this being the 60th year of what used to be called Schweitzer Mountain Resort, I'll post the blog.
Locals will definitely enjoy a trip down memory lane and seeing some reminders of a few folks no longer with us who played a role in establishing the ski area and its prominence in the Northwest.
I often say that Schweitzer, along with a few other key events of the past century like Farragut Naval Training Base and the Coldwater Creek era, inspired the most dramatic changes in the character and development of our community.
Here's the link to "Schweitzer Originals," which is simply a potpourri of stories. Hope you enjoy them.
Note: at the end of the blog, there's an invitation to contribute more stories.
So, if you have had a connection to Schweitzer, a tale to tell and if you would like to add to the blog, please do.
In the "For the Record" department, I have a new jar of ginger, thanks to my friend Candy Tate.
We met each other while shopping at Yoke's yesterday. Candy mentioned reading the blog, and, as we chuckled about my ginger-less cookies, I realized we were standing near the baking aisle.
So, we said our "good bye's" and I rolled my cart down the aisle, grabbed a jar of ginger and put it in the basket.
Now that I have enough ginger to probably be able to will it to Annie, I need to inform Janice Johnson who reminded me that we ARE neighbors and that it would have been quite okay to come over to her house and borrow some ginger.
Thank you, Janice, for your thoughtful gesture---maybe it will be a cup of sugar instead.
That's enough for today, especially if you want to take time to pore through the Schweitzer blog.
Happy Wednesday.
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