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please tell me you’re seeing this, too.
We’d been planning our getaway for weeks now, requested the two weeks off from our jobs months in advance, got the cash together and all, spent days packing our bags to ensure we forgot nothing. Everything was planned perfectly. Christmas would be perfect this year.
It was finally the day to depart, and I think I could speak on all’s behalf to say: everyone was excited. We were traveling in pairs. Myself and Lindsay, Carl and Mel, and apparently a couple others I’d never met before. Friends of Mel; so trustworthy enough, I suppose. Lindsay and I rode the bus the final ways there, as her car ‘wouldn’t be able to make the trip’, she said. Which I don’t mind. I mean, she dAmn near has 250,000 miles on it.
neither here nor there.
We finally arrived. The Appalachian trail. Rented a whole cabin and everything. I looked at Lindsay with a warm smile, as she did the same, before we looked back on the beauty: mountains, evergreens and winter-wonderful bare trees, high-rising smoke from chimneys as far as the eye could see, and…
“No service!!” Lindsay croaked in dismay.
I laughed. “So you didn’t read the memo I sent to everyone before booking this place.”
She gave me a grizzly look. “I didn’t even bother to bring my phone. Just some batteries and…” I pulled out a camera. Just a simple Canon. Not professional by any means. I shook it a couple times to notion to it. She shook her head, eyes glued to a - now - useless device. My guess was she was still attempting to get service somehow.
the bus stopped. I watched a couple other people stand and get off before proceeding to do the same. I grabbed my two bags from overhead, holding one in either hand, waiting for Lindsay to do the same before we both stepped off. I looked behind the bus to look at a car that’d been following the bus for awhile. Faces looked familiar enough…
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