A great weekend lasted a week

My wife and I drove up to LaPorte IN last Saturday for a friend's winter party. The party was the next day. We checked in to the Blue Heron Inn on Pine Lake planning to leave Tuesday. The Inn was a comfortable, friendly place with great food and interesting people in the bar.

At the party on Wedesday we rode in a horse-drawn sleigh, watched people cross-country ski, and enjoyed a big outdoor bonfire. Mostly we relaxed in front of the fireplace, drinking hot mulled wine simmering on an old potbelly stove outside entertained by a D.J. spinning old but familiar tunes.

Then that night the snow started falling, falling, and falling. It stopped at 10 inches. We weren't going anywhere Tuesday. In fact, we didn't going anywhere until three days later. When we weren't snowed in there, the city we lived in was buried in 12 inches of snow. We finally got home late Friday afternoon. Our weekend lasted a week.

It was okay. We were not stuck in a snow bank. We were not cold. Our room had a scenic lake view, even though the blowing snow blended the lake with land and we couldn't tell the difference. The room had a spa tub and fireplace since it was our 20th wedding anniversity it was not a bad way to rough it.