cgraven
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OOC: this is a story that you will have to follow to see what is what, for thinks are often not what they seem. Sexylilmissie will be writing with me so read and enjoy.
IC:
Kaylab Williams had been around the “Wishing Well INN” for what seemed like an eternity. In his late 40’s the outdoors life seemed to agree with him and he was always busy about the 200 acres that comprised the Inn’s grounds.
He did so love the White Mountains and the notch country with its rugged terrain and deep forests. Oh the “Wishing Well INN” was in a world of its own snuggled high up in Collins notch far from routes 16 in Pinkcame’s Notch, or route 302 in Crawford’s Notch
The “Wishing Well Inn was an old colonial Farm house now a B&B for “Die Hard” hikers and Mountain Bikers in the Spring summer and Fall, but winter belonged to the Back Country cross country skiers and thought that just wanted to get away from it all.
It was late in the season, college and school winter breaks over and thing where rather slow even though the snow conditions where excellent. The fact of the matter was if there wasn’t snow on the ground down in Boston the city folk figured there be no snow up in the mountains.
The Sound of a car coming up the drive brought him back to the present.
IC:
Kaylab Williams had been around the “Wishing Well INN” for what seemed like an eternity. In his late 40’s the outdoors life seemed to agree with him and he was always busy about the 200 acres that comprised the Inn’s grounds.
He did so love the White Mountains and the notch country with its rugged terrain and deep forests. Oh the “Wishing Well INN” was in a world of its own snuggled high up in Collins notch far from routes 16 in Pinkcame’s Notch, or route 302 in Crawford’s Notch
The “Wishing Well Inn was an old colonial Farm house now a B&B for “Die Hard” hikers and Mountain Bikers in the Spring summer and Fall, but winter belonged to the Back Country cross country skiers and thought that just wanted to get away from it all.
It was late in the season, college and school winter breaks over and thing where rather slow even though the snow conditions where excellent. The fact of the matter was if there wasn’t snow on the ground down in Boston the city folk figured there be no snow up in the mountains.
The Sound of a car coming up the drive brought him back to the present.