Our weekend getaway started with a drive up into the mountains to do some hiking but we were not prepared for all the fresh snow. One look at the trail and we headed back down the very, very,steep, icy, and snow covered road. Stopped at the pub at the bottom of the hill, glad to be alive. 
We wasted no time in getting out of the big city and across the bridge and over to the quiet side of the lake where the only sounds are the wind in the pines, the cry of quails, and the silent bounding of deer into the trees.
We relax as soon as we get to our place, nothing has changed and that is just the way we like it. Yes, more houses are being built on the upper bench and more vineyards going in, but as we stroll around the village, the quiet is exactly the way we remember .
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