I find myself wondering down an old, nearly abandoned trail, thinking to myself, "this path sure looks kinda familiar". Have I seen this in a dream, or have I been here before? I see an old dead tree that looks like it used to be the home of some type of flying critter. Around the bend, I pull back some brush that has overgrown the trail, and what do I see? why, it's the Newbie Mountain Lodge! I have been here before! Man, time has not been kind. The windows are all boarded up, the roof is in disrepair, the shooting range is full of mesquite, and the road is completely gone.
I force the door open and walk inside. I find the old lantern, and am surprised to see is still has oil. Light it up, and am almost impressed. Besides several large cobwebs and a good layer of dust, the place looks almost exactly like I remember. I walk over to the bar, and find the secret lever.. I give it a pull, and the hidden door slowly opens. One look inside tells me nobody ever found this room. A case each of scotch, whiskey, vodka and rum, exactly where I left them.
All of a sudden I hear the sound of something moving outside. Is someone trying to sneak around? I run outside, grabbing an old bat by the door. There's someone hiding by the trees! "Show yourself" I demand! As he steps from the shadows, I see my old friend Two Tails! He mumbles something about lousy barkeeps being lost and never heard from again, and says he's been keeping an eye out for signs of life around the place we all called home at one time.
We walk inside and dust off the bar. I open a bottle of scotch, pour a couple of shots, and say "Lets fix this Lodge up".