It looked like a crime scene photo.
The sun's come out, though, and the rain has stopped. I guess we could try to hike down to the Blue Ridge Parkway if we have to, but nobody wants to leave until we find out what happened to the Asheville group. Christopher's been trying to call them--there's one spot on the mountain where you can get a cell signal.
We've been smelling smoke all week--there's a small forest fire a couple of mountains over, but we had heard it was contained and the smell is stronger today.
If worst comes to worst, I don't think there's anything here that's defensible. The buildings were built in the seventies and they're contemporary design, with huge picture windows.
This morning, I thought that was really nice, actually. Right now, I kind of wish I could find a fire axe, but I picked up a stout tree limb.
At least it's afternoon, and the staff is still here. There's been a black bear spotted in the woods recently. I wonder if maybe somebody on the mountain has a gun.
There's a sparrow sitting on the porch railing right now eyeing me. I thought they were supposed to be afraid of people.....
Oh, I hear snurri. I'm going to go check on his leg. And, you know.
Just check. That's all.