I have a small wooden cabin at Tattoga Lake complete with a functional wood burning stove. There is a small restaurant with homemade food. I reject eating crushed romaine noodles and head toward the smoky little food spot.
A miner walked up to the counter as I was trying to decide where to sit. Like out of a story book he was covered with dirt. Half dry mud clung to his clothes. His fingernails were caked with black and brown gook which I hoped he wouldn’t eat along with his food. The affable miner turned to me saying “how are you doing tonight”. It was then that I noticed my clothes were as soiled as the young miner. There was one difference between him and me, however, he had shaved during the last week. I asked the owner of the little lodge if she could get me an invitation to visit the mine. “Oh no”, she said “Everything they do up there is secret”
The proprietor went outside for a smoke “These mosquitoes are terrible” and they were! “There’s a large flat screen television inside”, she said. “But we don’t have a satellite hook-up. I use the TV to play DVD’s.