thinking of a compromise.”
Eva raised an eyebrow and said, “What’s that? A two star motel?”
Marshall said, “Ha! Ha!” in a fake laugh. Then he handed her the brochure and said, “Look at this.”
Eva opened it up and read:
Unique, historic log cabins built in the 1930’s but refurbished with all the modern amenities. Fully furnished and only five miles north of downtown Asheville. Cabins are fully equipped with linens and towels and all major kitchen appliances. Central heat and AC and large screen televisions.
“Are you kidding? We may as well stay in a hotel.”
“Are you kidding?” he mimicked, “Did you read the part about the stunning hiking trails and the zip line adventures and the stargazing? Come on, Eva…we can still do all the things we could do camping…Just a little more comfortably.”
Eva sighed and read on. They offered packages where you could rent your cabin as well as buy a horseback ride or a guided hike or go white water rafting….it did sound like more fun than sleeping on the ground…
“Okay, but if we do this your way then when we get to the desert or somewhere else where the camping is great, can we at least camp out one night?”
“Absolutely,” he said with a grin.
Chapter 7
M arshall once again paid for the cabin and wouldn’t take any of Eva’s money. “You don’t have to pay for everything, you know,” she told him. “Granddad left me money too.”
“You can spend yours shopping,” he told her. She rolled her eyes and said,
“You know me better than that. Who do you think I am? Si…..” She stopped herself there. She wasn’t sure what had come over her lately. Marshall had to know what she was going to say, but he didn’t say anything about it. He handed her the paperwork and grabbed their bags from the trunk. She was looking at it while following him to the cabin when she suddenly came to a dead stop. “A hot air balloon, really?”
Marshall thought she was objecting to it and he said, “I think it will be fun.”
“Oh, so do I!” she said, “I just didn’t think we’d really do it.”
Marshall smiled and sat the bags down in front of the door to their cabin, “We’re supposed to be on an adventure, remember?” Eva smiled back, she remembered. She was so excited that she probably wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight at all.
“Oh wow, this is nice,” she said when Marshall moved back so she could step inside the cabin. Marshall looked around, she could tell that he wasn’t overly impressed but he said,
“Yeah, nice. I guess it beats a tent and a sleeping bag.”
The cabin wasn’t big; nothing like their room had been in Florence. It had one big room with two beds and an armoire with a big screen television hidden inside. There was a little kitchenette along one side with a refrigerator, stove, microwave and a small table. The bathroom was tiny and only had a shower. Eva looked at Marshall and said,
“You have to look deeper.”
Marshall, used to Eva’s broad imagination and blaring optimism cracked a smile as he sat on the end of one of the beds and said,
“Tell me what you see, Eva.”
“This cabin has been here since the 1930’s. That’s almost a century of people coming and going. A family lived here, some of them probably died here….And those mountains out there,” she said, pulling back the shade, “They’re older than time and back then, they were covered in thick forest that was barely touched by man. The Cherokee lived there; in those mountains they called this “The land of the blue mist.”
Genuinely interested now, Marshall said, “Why?”
“Because early in the morning the whole valley is covered with a mist or a fog. Because of the colors that reflect off of the mountains and the sky the mist looks blue. The Cherokee saw it as some kind of magic.”
Marshall grinned and said, “How do you know all of these things?”
“I read a lot, oh, and I paid attention to my books in school
Eva raised an eyebrow and said, “What’s that? A two star motel?”
Marshall said, “Ha! Ha!” in a fake laugh. Then he handed her the brochure and said, “Look at this.”
Eva opened it up and read:
Unique, historic log cabins built in the 1930’s but refurbished with all the modern amenities. Fully furnished and only five miles north of downtown Asheville. Cabins are fully equipped with linens and towels and all major kitchen appliances. Central heat and AC and large screen televisions.
“Are you kidding? We may as well stay in a hotel.”
“Are you kidding?” he mimicked, “Did you read the part about the stunning hiking trails and the zip line adventures and the stargazing? Come on, Eva…we can still do all the things we could do camping…Just a little more comfortably.”
Eva sighed and read on. They offered packages where you could rent your cabin as well as buy a horseback ride or a guided hike or go white water rafting….it did sound like more fun than sleeping on the ground…
“Okay, but if we do this your way then when we get to the desert or somewhere else where the camping is great, can we at least camp out one night?”
“Absolutely,” he said with a grin.
Chapter 7
M arshall once again paid for the cabin and wouldn’t take any of Eva’s money. “You don’t have to pay for everything, you know,” she told him. “Granddad left me money too.”
“You can spend yours shopping,” he told her. She rolled her eyes and said,
“You know me better than that. Who do you think I am? Si…..” She stopped herself there. She wasn’t sure what had come over her lately. Marshall had to know what she was going to say, but he didn’t say anything about it. He handed her the paperwork and grabbed their bags from the trunk. She was looking at it while following him to the cabin when she suddenly came to a dead stop. “A hot air balloon, really?”
Marshall thought she was objecting to it and he said, “I think it will be fun.”
“Oh, so do I!” she said, “I just didn’t think we’d really do it.”
Marshall smiled and sat the bags down in front of the door to their cabin, “We’re supposed to be on an adventure, remember?” Eva smiled back, she remembered. She was so excited that she probably wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight at all.
“Oh wow, this is nice,” she said when Marshall moved back so she could step inside the cabin. Marshall looked around, she could tell that he wasn’t overly impressed but he said,
“Yeah, nice. I guess it beats a tent and a sleeping bag.”
The cabin wasn’t big; nothing like their room had been in Florence. It had one big room with two beds and an armoire with a big screen television hidden inside. There was a little kitchenette along one side with a refrigerator, stove, microwave and a small table. The bathroom was tiny and only had a shower. Eva looked at Marshall and said,
“You have to look deeper.”
Marshall, used to Eva’s broad imagination and blaring optimism cracked a smile as he sat on the end of one of the beds and said,
“Tell me what you see, Eva.”
“This cabin has been here since the 1930’s. That’s almost a century of people coming and going. A family lived here, some of them probably died here….And those mountains out there,” she said, pulling back the shade, “They’re older than time and back then, they were covered in thick forest that was barely touched by man. The Cherokee lived there; in those mountains they called this “The land of the blue mist.”
Genuinely interested now, Marshall said, “Why?”
“Because early in the morning the whole valley is covered with a mist or a fog. Because of the colors that reflect off of the mountains and the sky the mist looks blue. The Cherokee saw it as some kind of magic.”
Marshall grinned and said, “How do you know all of these things?”
“I read a lot, oh, and I paid attention to my books in school
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