This morning I woke up to a refrigerator that was sadly lacking in milk. I looked outside at the dreary rain-filled skies and sighed. What did I need to cheer me up? A bit of snow and some food in the belly. I figured the quickest way to get that was to go up the hill a few miles. So I drove up to the general store in Cascade Shores. It has a small breakfast counter now, with three indoor tables.
There must have been at least four inches of snow by the time I got up to Quaker Hill. The main road was fairly clear, though, and the snow on the trees is always a lovely sight.
There's not a big menu at the general store, but I liked the Denver omelet, and the hash browns were nice and crispy. I even got to pick my own soda from the general store. I don't know what they did to the English muffin, but I liked what they did to the English muffin. It was chewier and softer than usual. Maybe they grilled it?
The best part was listening to the locals banter with the waitress and cook about the weather and about business. I wrote a bit more on my werewolf story -- the deadline is 15 February! -- and enjoyed the coziness. Weird to call it coziness when there were three tables with hard-backed chairs, but I liked it.
I took Pasquale back and it was a winter wonderland. It was not clear like Banner Quaker Hill Road and the drop off on the right hand side was covered in fog and snowy trees. Lovely morning.