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We stopped to immortalize ourselves over iced tea and coffee in some little town...well, it couldn't have been that little since it had a Starbuck's:
I had my coffee. If I'd know it would have been my last decent cup for the week, I might have enjoyed it more. Or bought a damn dozen:
Pam, NOT a coffee drinker, ran across the street for some gas station iced tea. NOTE: Look at the cup in her hand. Remember this cup. This cup plays a Highly Significant Role in our outing.
On the way, Pam made a friend: a yellow-tailed mix, possibly Golden Retriever and Lab. I stayed far away. He had a killer bark. Pam, I learned, isn't scared of anything unlike wimpy old city-girl me:
Yellow-Tail lived in the camp owner's house about a half mile from our cabin. They also had a little art cottage that would make a PERFECT writing studio. Which one of us wouldn't kill for something like this?:
From there we drove a what seemed like a "short" distance to park the car in a COW PASTURE (which also plays a significant role in our adventure). And then walked down a scenic trail...
...to our cabin, which came with what had been described on the web site as an "equipped" kitchen.
Equipped? EQUIPPED!?!?!? "Equipped" if you're frickin' Laura Ingalls Wilder!
More on this later...