Writing by the fireplace
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cornerofmadnessEveryone else went to bed at 9 (they like to get up at 4 so this should be fun). It was a gorgeous day today. I'm never leaving this cabin. It's a gorgeous place.
As per usual (because we wouldn't want to disappoint) the GPS tried to kill us all. Leaving the hike at Ash cave (okay let's be fair, it's not really a hike, you walk out on the grandma path (literal name) which is paved and I walked back it while the rest of them did the upper rim. In spite of all the rain Queer Creek was next to empty, almost no waterfall at all), my brother's gps loses satellite. Mine doesn't.
It takes us (after I told my SiL the thing is possessed and loves dirt roads) it takes us over hill and day for nearly a half hour down dirt roads that are insane with blind curves and rollercoaster hills and honestly should not be a two lane road but we get here.
Seeing that we decide we need to right back out for food because it's going to hard to navigate in the dark so SiL I go out and the thing goes turn left here go on Hartsough road and boom we're on 180 and into 664 which is where all the hiking trails are. I'm back in Logan in like 12 minutes. WTF GPS?!? If it was that easy why did you take me down a road I can hear dueling banjos.
Coming out of the Hungry Buffalo with the food I say to SiL my GPS also loves to never take the same path twice. Sure enough it came up with a third path but since I can see the highway I just came on like 100 feet away I did that. Goofy thing.
Sitting in the hot tub drinking dark and stormies I realize I'm living Brendan and Josh's best life in These Haunted Hills especially when you add in the haunted Ash Cave which features in their first meet up in the boo
Tomorrow we might try Old Man's Cave
tidbit On the makeshift stage, a group who seemed to think they were Van Halen screamed into the void and otherwise abused their instruments. They were not the best musical talent of the day and he thought maybe they were Chi members. Luckily Bernie had kept his distance, hopefully distracted through the day with everything going on. Drunks aside, it had been a peaceful day.
“The Welsh prize music,” Howell kept his gaze on the stage. “This is not that.”
18150 / 50000 words. 36% done!
As per usual (because we wouldn't want to disappoint) the GPS tried to kill us all. Leaving the hike at Ash cave (okay let's be fair, it's not really a hike, you walk out on the grandma path (literal name) which is paved and I walked back it while the rest of them did the upper rim. In spite of all the rain Queer Creek was next to empty, almost no waterfall at all), my brother's gps loses satellite. Mine doesn't.
It takes us (after I told my SiL the thing is possessed and loves dirt roads) it takes us over hill and day for nearly a half hour down dirt roads that are insane with blind curves and rollercoaster hills and honestly should not be a two lane road but we get here.
Seeing that we decide we need to right back out for food because it's going to hard to navigate in the dark so SiL I go out and the thing goes turn left here go on Hartsough road and boom we're on 180 and into 664 which is where all the hiking trails are. I'm back in Logan in like 12 minutes. WTF GPS?!? If it was that easy why did you take me down a road I can hear dueling banjos.
Coming out of the Hungry Buffalo with the food I say to SiL my GPS also loves to never take the same path twice. Sure enough it came up with a third path but since I can see the highway I just came on like 100 feet away I did that. Goofy thing.
Sitting in the hot tub drinking dark and stormies I realize I'm living Brendan and Josh's best life in These Haunted Hills especially when you add in the haunted Ash Cave which features in their first meet up in the boo
Tomorrow we might try Old Man's Cave
tidbit On the makeshift stage, a group who seemed to think they were Van Halen screamed into the void and otherwise abused their instruments. They were not the best musical talent of the day and he thought maybe they were Chi members. Luckily Bernie had kept his distance, hopefully distracted through the day with everything going on. Drunks aside, it had been a peaceful day.
“The Welsh prize music,” Howell kept his gaze on the stage. “This is not that.”
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