There was no axe murder on my weekend trip, but the stage sure seemed set for one. Consider:
- A weekend get away to a large remote cabin.
- A thick shroud of mist perpetually surrounds the area.
- And then 16 guests arrive…
Accepting a last-minute invitation, I trekked to a mountain retreat for a weekend getaway.
Outside the aforementioned fog hung for most of the trip making even a simple trip to the car feel like wandering thru a Hollywood horror film.
Inside was was warm and inviting with good food, fine amenities, and 15 other interesting people to hang with. None of whom, fortunately, were repeatedly muttering “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” :)