Tilly Jane
Tilly Jane is not spelled Tilley Jane we learned last weekend.
Someone goofed the above sign and our friend Ralph says he placed the 2 strips of duct tape 4 years ago. Tilly Jane is a wonderful place to be so long as your not accompaned by 20 other strangers and a gaggle of dogs. Six of us and one black dog lucked out Saturday night and had the place to ourselves. It helps to make a reservation.
We headed over to the Portland Snowshoe Club’s cabin to attempt to ‘climb over the bar.’
The powers that be, aka the grey-bearded guy who opened the door, said that we could come in to warm up but that, ‘bar climbing messes with the lights.’ In other words we were offered a big fat no. We declined his tepidly hospitable offer and glided back to Tilly Jane and a toasty fire.
Some may think fat skis are all that though I still love my Tua Megas. They rip in all conditions.
