A soft glow lit up the park brillliantly, making the night light so intense that many of the skiers and shoers turned off their headlamps to embrace the night. Even non-skiers went for a brisk walk (which reluctant John called "A FORCED MARCH") Then inside we added a little candlelight and some VERY good food, and, course, some spirits. Here's what everyone brought: corn chowder, lobster bisque, mixed salad, hot crab dip, four loaves of homemade bread, stuffed clams, a compote of fresh fruit, shrimp, mixed berry cups.....wine, wine, wine - boxes, bottles and jugs - peppermint schnapps to go in hot cocoa, and a bowl of Clementines. ahhhhhhhhh
The best parts were the old and new friends, enjoying the eats, diving into the wine and talking for hours and hours and hours.
Here is Donna, Hector and John. Notice the poor demolished plates of food...we know how to enjoy, this group does!
Royce, Tom, Trudy and Alice converged for conversation around some of the food.
Trudy is telling a story while Renata isn't listening, but John and Sue are.
The porch was strewn with showshoes and the snowbank looked like a porcupine with all the skis standing tall. Inside, Bonnie Raitt, Tracey Chapman and Eric Clapton wailed in the background and it got so hot, I had to turn the thermostat down!
These are the most amazing friends - friends I sometimes feel I don't deserve but wonder how I ever lived without them. Everyone had such a good time that we are going to do it again at the next full moon, right around Feb. 9.