The Pub

Overlooking a glacier bay would be Cedar lean-to. The logs and branches would lean against a strong rock face and the hut in the shape of a triangle. During the mornings and evenings I would meditate as I looked out of the door in the middle toward the glacier. Inside there would be four things; my snowboard, hunting rifle inherited from my grandpa, and a word art my girlfriend made for me. The fourth would be a stuffed gorilla as a tribute to my uncle Neil. A rich cedar smell defines my hut. Soft instrumental music would welcome visitors into my as if it were an Irish pub.