Park Place Lodge

A Winter Like Jazz

The ski area, and our town, died on March 16. Suddenly and dramatically, we drove off an unseen cliff.

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Half A House Is Still Only Half

The City must work with the employees to better their wages and move them out of “affordable housing” into their own homes, so the next group of residents can follow in their footsteps.

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Ahh . . . Winter!

Today I woke and walked downstairs in the half-light of early dawn. Two tracks broke the blanket of snow in the street. The falling snow diffused the street lights.

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This is Not Winter

I want to look out the front door and have a difficult time seeing my vehicle covered in snow.

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The Sky is Crying

Standing in the front yard, about to take walk with Gordie, I see the Three Sisters newly plastered with white.

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The Youth Prevail

While the pandemic and ensuing financial issues forced the Fernie Writers Conference to postpone for a year, the steadfast support […]

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A Crack in the Wall

Last Saturday night at 6 a crack appeared in the wall of our isolation. To be truthful, and historically accurate, […]

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The Weather Broke

A bit of wind pushes the wet into corners, dry for weeks, and spreads the newly freshened air through the open windows and doors of the house.

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