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We were tired when we collected our key to Cabin Thirteen at Greenleaf's visitor center around two in the afternoon. We looked over what would be our home for the next four days - a picturesque rustic cabin built in the thirties by the Civilian Conservation Corps - a meaningful bit of historical trivia to us, since our father had been in the CCCs - a New Deal works project that gave jobs to young men during the Great Depression.
The exterior of our two-room cabin was antiquated, but it was modern enough on the inside to be comfortable. The kitchen was equipped with everything we would need to cook and serve our meals. The open stone fireplace promised cozy evenings and a television would keep us in touch with the weatherman. We saw no evidence of bugs, except on the porch, and everything appeared fairly clean. As we unpacked and stocked the kitchen with the staples Chris brought, we worked out our sleeping arrangements. I insisted Chris take the bedroom, because she has trouble sleeping. I can sleep nearly anywhere, so I took the futon in the main room.
By the time we had everything stowed away, and investigated our immediate surroundings, we were ready for a late lunch. Since we had yet to buy food that needed refrigeration, we made an easy meal of spaghetti with sauce from a jar. It tasted as good as any spaghetti I've ever had - probably because we were very hungry.
With renewed energy and pressing necessity, we drove ten miles into the little town of Gore to buy the groceries we needed to supplement our provisions. On our sister trips, we also take a vacation from diets, so ice cream was on top of the list. It was also the first thing we ate when we got back to the cabin. Chocolate Swirl - yummy! Next Page