When they arrived at the entrance, Annie could not help but be impressed by the imposing stone steps that led to the entrance of the log cabin, and once inside she was equally impressed. XXX “So, you’re not eager to do this again?” Jeff inquired with a grin. Afterwards, someone suggested playing poker, and a bottle of Jose Cuervo was brought out along with the usual accoutrements consisting of cut lime and a salt shaker. Their company should ease this foray into the world of skiing, Annie thought to herself as visions of snowdrifts and avalanches danced in her head. Annie, ice and cold weather did not mix.
