Drunken Camping: Part 3 of 143
Ah, camping 2015. No, you didn't miss parts 1 and 2, they were just too traumatic to recount here. Maybe, when I have returned safely to civilization. Suffice to say, previous incidents are related to the "charming rusticity" of the depression era chestnut log cabin located in the wilds of the Smoky Mountains I currently find myself inhabiting (with much trepidation). This dwelling has no air conditioning, and as I've recently learned since it turned cooler, no heat. No matter, there is coffee and indoor plumbing. Nothing like a steaming mug of fresh brewed java and a hot shower to help clear the cobwebs-I mean literal arachnid occupying webs, of course.