Each New Year's Eve since Y2K, we have turned the lights off a half hour before the midnight, lit candles and lamps, and had a candle light new years toast when the old grandfathers clock struck 12.
Things have worked out a little differently this New Year's Eve. The temperature is about -5 degrees outside and the wind is howling at 30 to 40 miles per hour. It's been that way for the last couple days. I'm glad I'm not a brass monkey.
What is different this new years, it the lights went out. ALL OVER. From Estes Park to us and beyond, there was no juice. We had a two and a half hour power failure. The candles were REQUIRED. Juanita and I ran around lighting candles and stoking the wood burning stoves, then looked at each other, shrugged, and sat down and read aloud to one another (a Mark Rashid book). The disappointment when the power came back on was palpable. Our guests up in room #22, the "Hideaway Room", came down after the power came back, still giggling, but a little disappointed that the power was back.
We did shut the lights down for our regular New Year's Toast, but we left the heaters running.