Anyone who's spent any amount of time around me knows that I love all things sci-fi and fantasy. So it's little wonder that as I stood there, crouched among the grasses on the shore of Emerald Lake with my camera and tripod in hand, I imagined the lodge across the water to be more than a tourist hotel...
It's a waypoint, a station along the trail for weary travelers to pop in for a bite or libations, and perhaps stay the night. It's a refuge from the larger, unknown creatures that stalk the complete blackness of those moonless nights in the mountains, waiting for their own midnight snack. It's a gathering place, where tales of deeds are exchanged, mocked, expanded, and immortalized. ...