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This was the first time I had been to the cabin so, I wasn’t familiar with the treacherous manner of egress. As we drove through the gate, we were rocking to GNR, Pearl Jam, or Stone Temple Pilots (cant remember which). Over the sounds coming from the stereo he yelled out, “take a right”, something…something. Apparently he meant AFTER the bridge that was completely obscured from view. I didn’t realize where we were ,so just following instructions, swung the wheel right. Mike yelled out, “NO, NOT HERE!” as the entire truck tipped forward…. Continue reading →