the horror continues...

I decided that I'm against Halloween this year, and maybe forever from now on, so I'm protesting by taking L to north Georgia for the weekend.

Since it's autumn, and autumn is about death and horror and good times, we rented a secret secluded cabin on Blood Mountain.

That's right, Blood Mountain.

Wikipedia has a lot of boring things to say about Blood Mountain. Even the parts about how it got its name are a snooze fest. But if you keep reading, you discover that there was a murder there in 2008, so maybe it's haunted.

But even if there aren't any troubled ghosts or disfigured corpses, I'm sure we'll still somehow manage to have a good time.