Among many other shops, a couple of floors beneath our condo facilities, was the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Store. Don’t know if you have one of those in your area, but they sell yummy goodies. Their trade mark is a lounging, stuffed bear whose fat self sprawls on a chair near each entrance.
On Friday afternoon, Michael, Sarah and I roamed the resort, choosing not to miss opening the door and entering this bastion of sweetness. We resisted the apples–too healthy–and sprang for other morsels of butter, sugar, nuts and high quality chocolate.