After months of planning, the time had finally come to check out the Beran family cabin. Tina (a college friend of mine) had given us a very rough idea as to the cabin's location and assured us that finding it would be a bit of a treasure hunt. 2 to 3 miles and 2 to 3 hours later, we managed to find the friendly neighbors who held the key to the cabin. Leaving me behind for a quick rest, Jason went ahead to scout out our pending accommodations. The front gate was almost completely hidden with overgrown weeds, and there was no running water inside. Wrestling with the lure of a free place to stay and my nerosis with cleaniness, Jason decided that the cabin was a bit more rustic than I could handle. Instead, we moved to Plan B - a pension in the area.

THANK YOU ANYWAY MR. BERAN AND TINA!!!!