I know you already don’t believe my story but, that place does exist.  It is the black hole my sisters refer to as The Family Cabin.

Let me digress;

I have done my share of primitive camping.  My first husband and I were hikers.  We even back-packed into Yellow Stone National Park.  We spent nights in large iron cages in the woods so that bears could not take off with an arm or a leg while we slept.  It’s sort of a reverse zoo affect.  My travel buddy, sister, and I have been into Alaska’s Denali National Park to get as close to Mt. McKinley as possible.  We went as far as humans are allowed to go without special permission from the Forestry Service.

Now, back to The Black Hole  Family Cabin;

I have managed to avoid trips there this summer,  much to my family’s dismay.  I much prefer spending my days off blogging with all of you about my favorite subject –  how much I love Gianluca, Ignazio and Piero.  For some reason my family thinks I’m obsessed.  Missing “Sisters Weekend” October 4th, is not an option!  They call it a three day weekend.  I call it 28 days short of a month.  Oh, we have TV and DVD.  Heck, we even have a dishwasher!  But, no cellphone bars!!  What I have neglected to tell you until now, because you really won’t believe this part…NO INTERNET ACCESS!  Now, I ask you, how can that possibly be in this day and age?  Now that’s Primitive Camping!  No contact with you guys for nearly 72 hours!  I don’t know if I can do this.  I know I don’t want to do this!

I have a plan.  After everyone goes to sleep I’ll drive the 2 1/2 hours back home, while listening to Il Volo.  Then talk to you guys, read my email, leave emails, Pick up some donuts.  Then drive 2 1/2 hours back, while listening to Il Volo.  I’ll tell the girls that I love them so much that I drove for miles to bring them donuts for breakfast.  They won’t believe me, of course, but, I’m the oldest sister and I can stare the others down.

Have I mentioned that Big Foot lives there?  According to the local’s  it’s true.  One of the best foot prints ever was discovered there.  I have seen the plaster cast.  That dishwasher isn’t going to do much good when Yeti comes knocking on the cabin door!  If I had my trusty computer I could Google “The 10 Things Big Foot Hates Most” and end up the family hero instead of the family Il Volo nut case.

Worse than Big Foot is the fact that I won’t be playing Il Volo Music or watching Il Volo DVD’s.  Two of my four sisters blame those Sweet Faced Boys for my absence from the family and don’t want to see or hear them.  Can you imagine?  FOOLS!  I’ll  have my tiny MP 3 under my pillow!

So, Please think of me that weekend when you’re phoning and blogging!

Well, it’s almost Halloween.  What’s your horror story?

~Marie