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<blockquote data-quote="HeapThaumaturgist" data-source="post: 933609" data-attributes="member: 12332">Cabin Fever Pt. 1&quot;Man I've got to go.&quot;&quot;We can stop.&quot;&quot;No.&nbsp; I'll hold it.&nbsp; The chick at the place said she goes home at six and if we don't have everything signed we're up the creek.&quot;&quot;Dude.&nbsp; It's two-till, we're not going to make it anyway.&quot;&quot;I know.&nbsp; But it's not the major season yet, so to get a cabin booked for a week I'm sure she'll stay an extra ten minutes.&nbsp; Twenty?&nbsp; Thirty?&nbsp; If we stop, I'm sure there'll be a line at the bathroom.&nbsp; Just go.&quot;Matt pressed -att- and everything else drowned as the tide of Metallica came in over the roar of the highway.&nbsp; A few minutes later the first sign for the exit appeared: &quot;102/B Junaluska Assembly/ Maggie Valley&quot;.&quot;Finally.&quot;&nbsp; Frank muttered.&quot;Take a left.&nbsp; It's not far up this road.&quot;&nbsp; Scott said over the roar.Matt drove silently, left hand on the wheel, cigarette in the right.&nbsp; Frank, sitting in the passenger seat, had been forced to endure.&nbsp; He had quit a year before, but the craving never really went away.&quot;Just ahead, on the left.&quot;&nbsp; Scott pointed and they wheeled in.The rental office looked like an over-sized log cabin, modernized with floor-to-ceiling windows in the front and wrought-iron railings on the stairs.&nbsp; While not quite as nice as the demo office, the rental cabins were still new, spacious, well-appointed homes and a bargin at off-season rates.&nbsp; Scott got out of the Explorer and Matt tried to fiddle the gear-shift into &quot;park&quot; with the free fingers of his cigarette hand.&nbsp; Frank was on Scott's heels and they jogged up the steps and into the side door marked &quot;Cabin Rentals&quot;.Wiley and Penick climbed out to stretch their legs in the parking lot.&nbsp; Penick groaned and rubbed his knees.&nbsp; He'd been stuck in the middle the whole six hours from Auburn.&quot;I think I feel something below my arm-pits again.&quot;&nbsp; he said.Wiley walked over to the driver's-side window.&nbsp; &quot;Climbing the mountain in this thing will be easy.&nbsp; Coming down is always a problem, though.&nbsp; Off-season they do alot of road work.&nbsp; Frank nearly burned out his brake pads going up and down last time we were here.&nbsp; Before we head up, let's go into town and make sure we have everything we need.&quot;Scott and Frank came out of the rental office a few minutes later.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Y'know, we got the same place we did last time we were here.&quot; Scott said. Everyone piled back into the Explorer and they wheeled toward town.&nbsp; Maggie Valley proper was a smallish city nestled in a valley at the south-western end of the Smokey Mountains.&nbsp; During the summer tourist season, the town's population might reach a few thousand, but early March only the locals were around and many businesses were still closed.&nbsp; They pulled into a Winn-Dixie supermarket, THE supermarket, and got out.&quot;Alright, we'll need charcoal for the grill, and lighter fluid.&quot;&nbsp; Wiley said, walking in.&quot;And hamburger, uh, buns, hot-dog buns ...&quot;&nbsp; Scott and Penick named off all the food items they would need.&quot;Two handles of Jack, one of vodka.&quot;&nbsp; Frank said, ticking off the liquor they had brought with.&nbsp; &quot;Were we going to get anything else?&nbsp; And we'll need more Coke and OJ than this or we're going to be back down here by tomorrow.&quot;&quot;Flashlights.&quot;&nbsp; Matt rumbled.Everybody turned and looked at him.&quot;You never know.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="HeapThaumaturgist, post: 933609, member: 12332"] [b]Cabin Fever Pt. 1[/b] "Man I've got to go." "We can stop." "No. I'll hold it. The chick at the place said she goes home at six and if we don't have everything signed we're up the creek." "Dude. It's two-till, we're not going to make it anyway." "I know. But it's not the major season yet, so to get a cabin booked for a week I'm sure she'll stay an extra ten minutes. Twenty? Thirty? If we stop, I'm sure there'll be a line at the bathroom. Just go." Matt pressed -att- and everything else drowned as the tide of Metallica came in over the roar of the highway. A few minutes later the first sign for the exit appeared: "102/B Junaluska Assembly/ Maggie Valley". "Finally." Frank muttered. "Take a left. It's not far up this road." Scott said over the roar. Matt drove silently, left hand on the wheel, cigarette in the right. Frank, sitting in the passenger seat, had been forced to endure. He had quit a year before, but the craving never really went away. "Just ahead, on the left." Scott pointed and they wheeled in. The rental office looked like an over-sized log cabin, modernized with floor-to-ceiling windows in the front and wrought-iron railings on the stairs. While not [i]quite[/i] as nice as the demo office, the rental cabins were still new, spacious, well-appointed homes and a bargin at off-season rates. Scott got out of the Explorer and Matt tried to fiddle the gear-shift into "park" with the free fingers of his cigarette hand. Frank was on Scott's heels and they jogged up the steps and into the side door marked "Cabin Rentals". Wiley and Penick climbed out to stretch their legs in the parking lot. Penick groaned and rubbed his knees. He'd been stuck in the middle the whole six hours from Auburn. "I think I feel something below my arm-pits again." he said. Wiley walked over to the driver's-side window. "Climbing the mountain in this thing will be easy. Coming down is always a problem, though. Off-season they do alot of road work. Frank nearly burned out his brake pads going up and down last time we were here. Before we head up, let's go into town and make sure we have everything we need." Scott and Frank came out of the rental office a few minutes later. "Y'know, we got the same place we did last time we were here." Scott said. Everyone piled back into the Explorer and they wheeled toward town. Maggie Valley proper was a smallish city nestled in a valley at the south-western end of the Smokey Mountains. During the summer tourist season, the town's population might reach a few thousand, but early March only the locals were around and many businesses were still closed. They pulled into a Winn-Dixie supermarket, THE supermarket, and got out. "Alright, we'll need charcoal for the grill, and lighter fluid." Wiley said, walking in. "And hamburger, uh, buns, hot-dog buns ..." Scott and Penick named off all the food items they would need. "Two handles of Jack, one of vodka." Frank said, ticking off the liquor they had brought with. "Were we going to get anything else? And we'll need more Coke and OJ than this or we're going to be back down here by tomorrow." "Flashlights." Matt rumbled. Everybody turned and looked at him. "You never know." [/QUOTE]

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