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    <richText>So we drive up to the place we&#x2019;re supposed to stay last night, after a very long cramped trip in our van (please refer to previous blog).   There were a number of different cabins and RV&#x2019;s we passed.  At this point we have pretty much no idea which one we&#x2019;re staying in or what it looks like, just that we&#x2019;re looking for number 22 and 23.  We drove past some very shady looking metal shacks, while trying to find our cabins.  As we passed those shacks we commented on how nasty they looked and how horrible it would be if we had to stay there, (don&#x2019;t even think about trying to predict this ending) :-)  Then mom says &#x201C;I think those were ours&#x201D;...and dad says &#x201C;no that&#x2019;s not ours&#x201D; ...and then Sarah says &#x201C;oh good Dad, cause that was about to make me cry&#x201D; ...and then mom says &#x201C;OH WAIT!  Those were number 22 and 23!!!&#x201D;  and everyone goes &#x201C;WHAT&#x201D;  ...and dad says &#x201C;OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!&#x201D;&#xD;  Then we go inside and OMG, the smell... We prolly need not say more....but when has that ever stopped us....we will say more.&#xD;  The smell as our mom puts it, was like a very bad nursing home, Rachel thinks it smelled like stale urine (how would she know what that smelled like?)  Wendy just thinks it smelled.  Phil loved the black and white 8in screen &#x201C;Television&#x201D; complete with antenna, tuner/dial looking thing, and snowy screen.  Sarah was to busy crying to comment. :-)&#xD;  Then everyone started laughing hysterically, so much that we were squeaking and squealing and shaking from the cold (cause there was no heat), and tears were pouring down our faces (okay so that one was an exaggeration but we were definitely squeaking). :-)&#xD;  This story does have a wonderful ending.  After looking at a number of different options, which had the same smell and lack of heat.  The owners (who realized they were about to lose our business) took us to one last option... which happened to turn out to be the best one.  &#xD;  It had heat.  &#xD;  It did not smell.&#xD;  Therefore, we like.&#xD;The girls (us) :-) are staying in one, and of course that means everyone else gets the other one. (duh)</richText>
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    <richText>&lt;b&gt;Our VERY humble abode...&lt;/b&gt;</richText>
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    <richText>Saturday, July 5, 2008</richText>
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