Thursday morning, Catherine, Ian, Layla, Lola, and I headed to an Airbnb cabin in the Poconos-- fairly far north near White Haven, amid the state game lands-- and while the cabin is quite impressive-- high ceilings, incredible post and beam construction, lovely wrap around decks-- it's also one of those Airbnbs where the people that own the place also live there quite a bit, so it's got a lot of junk and decorations and things under construction outside and food in the fridge and freezer and all that . . . it's old school Airbnb-- you're using someone else's home-- but there's a pool table and a foosball table and a firepit, and there's corn and carrots downstairs with which you feed the very tame deer-- they eat out of your hand!-- and we've made good use of these amenities and we also did some excellent hiking today around the corner in the Bear Creek Preserve (though we did not see any bears but we did find a waterfall) and then we walked up Buttermilk Falls, which still has ice on the trail, and for lunch we went to ButcherBobs BBQ, which was incredibly delicious and highly recommended and, as a bonus, judging by her molasses-thick accent, I guessed what state the nice older lady who served us was from . . . I knew it was too thick to be Virginia or the Carolinas, so I figured Georgia, and I was correct.
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