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So, I’m vacationing with the family in the Blue Ridge Mountains. No Internet connection. No phone service. No wifi. What’s not to love, right? I had no intention of writing anything for the website. Until my wife said: we’re staying in a blog cabin, you’re gonna love it.
A blog cabin! Imagine how clever my website would be if I lived here.
Day 1. We arrived at the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. In the heart of a violent squall that showed no mercy. Rocking the rental and bouncing branches across the road. Wind howling down the mountainside. Rain slashing parallel to the earth. But we were determined – this was vacation or bust!
Narrowly escaping Mother Nature’s wrath, we careened into a driveway at the edge of the cliff. We still had fifty feet of space separating us from the protection of a roofline. And what stood in our way? Were Grizzly bears truly native to this area? Only one way to find out! I took Calvin at my side. Busted out of the driver’s door. Growled at the top of my lungs and —
Wait a minute, my wife is telling me something… oh, this isn’t good… turns out we’re not in a blog cabin. It’s a log cabin. Sorry, I’m going back to vacation. Next time I’m going to see if we can find a novel cabin. Then I’ll knock on the door of Agent cabin…
This just in: Every vacation has its own fall-off-the-chair moment, right? Mine came Monday night when my youngest son, Murphy, uttered: “It’s kinda cool that your phone doesn’t work up here.” He’ll deny speaking such craziness, but he said it. I would’ve called 9-1-1, but … the phone.)