A Castle in the Mountains
Finally, we emerged from a canopied stretch of road into a brief reprieve. A field surrounded by forest, but with the help of moonlight I could just make out the silhouette of our destination against the wispy sylvan backdrop. Stark, yes, but nothing close to Hill House.
As we approached, I could begin to make out the auburn aura of the 3 story structure. The warmth that this visage communicated wasn’t lost on me. Despite my appreciation of these rural roadways, after a bumpy 15 minutes in late autumn mountain weather at night and in the dark following a 5+ hour journey, I was looking forward to getting settled.
Cory pulled past the driveway, in which the aforementioned Jimny was devotedly waiting next to the front door. He went for the keys and I for my bag. With barely any time wasted, I was ushered into the vestibule of a truly astounding house.
Shoes off and slippers on, Cory showed me around the main 2nd floor. That contains dining, living, and office space, and the 1st floor, which has the bedrooms and bathing facilities. He flipped a few switches, pointed out the thermostat, went out and connected the car battery, threw me the keys, said good night and left.
It’d been a long day, he’s pretty perceptive. Besides, we had a lot of time over the next few days, so I unpacked my stuff, grabbed a sandwich and a beer, and went out on the wooden deck overlooking the road and forest we came up through in the now-refreshingly brisk night air and thought about all the cool stuff that was awaiting me in Kamimoku…
To be continued…