Frank nods in understanding, as ever just grateful she speaks to him. He could go for a drink himself once they get settled in, there's a lot of unpacking to do before that though. For him anyway. The sudden question does cause a tiny jolt through his middle, but he covers it over smoothly enough. He doesn't hate the water the same as he doesn't hate the park, but to say it doesn't bring things back for him would be an unnecessary lie.
"Yeah. Thought we could fish some if the weather's alright." Maybe even swim, even if it is late in the season. Anything to shut their collective brains off - that's really what they need. There's a lot more nothing stretching on before them and as opposed to the highway, Frank finds it peaceful enough. Trees, gravel, even the occasional bunny off the path. It all paints a pretty quaint picture though he keeps expecting something horrible around the next bend. It doesn't come so he keeps on driving.
Just then is the little sign for Sleepy Hollow Lake and it has his lips twitching up some. As they round the next ridge and up their altitude even more the lake appears, vast enough that the edge of it isn't visible from this side of the cabin. The tiny red house is nestled on the bank of the water, still some ways up the trail but facing the road in either direction so it'd be impossible to sneak up on. Impossible to find without knowing what you're looking for, too, which might be more to the point.
Rocky perks up like he knows they're here too, sitting up some and arching his neck in a stretch before standing on the seat to get a look through the windshield. Frank scratches his head and drives on past the house to the parking area just beyond, slamming the van in park which gives a lurch punctuated by a pitchy squeal.
He gives her a look before opening the door to let Rocky bolt out into the yard and do his business. Frank slams it behind the dog and walks around the back to start pulling stuff out to minimize the amount of trips he'll make in and out. He puts the key to the cabin between his teeth and slings a case of water over one shoulder and a duffel bag full of clothes over the other. Moment of truth, right?
He'll wait for Jessica to be standing next to him before dropping his bag and spitting the key into his hand so he can open the door for her. He toes the door open and picks his bag back up as he walks in to drop the first load on the kitchen floor and look around. There's a big elk head over the fireplace in the center of the room, and a little deck out the back with a grill. It's cozy, for sure, but he thinks it'll do for their purposes just fine. The kitchen is well stocked with dishes and a big gas range so Frank can cook as much as he wants.
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"Yeah. Thought we could fish some if the weather's alright." Maybe even swim, even if it is late in the season. Anything to shut their collective brains off - that's really what they need. There's a lot more nothing stretching on before them and as opposed to the highway, Frank finds it peaceful enough. Trees, gravel, even the occasional bunny off the path. It all paints a pretty quaint picture though he keeps expecting something horrible around the next bend. It doesn't come so he keeps on driving.
Just then is the little sign for Sleepy Hollow Lake and it has his lips twitching up some. As they round the next ridge and up their altitude even more the lake appears, vast enough that the edge of it isn't visible from this side of the cabin. The tiny red house is nestled on the bank of the water, still some ways up the trail but facing the road in either direction so it'd be impossible to sneak up on. Impossible to find without knowing what you're looking for, too, which might be more to the point.
Rocky perks up like he knows they're here too, sitting up some and arching his neck in a stretch before standing on the seat to get a look through the windshield. Frank scratches his head and drives on past the house to the parking area just beyond, slamming the van in park which gives a lurch punctuated by a pitchy squeal.
He gives her a look before opening the door to let Rocky bolt out into the yard and do his business. Frank slams it behind the dog and walks around the back to start pulling stuff out to minimize the amount of trips he'll make in and out. He puts the key to the cabin between his teeth and slings a case of water over one shoulder and a duffel bag full of clothes over the other. Moment of truth, right?
He'll wait for Jessica to be standing next to him before dropping his bag and spitting the key into his hand so he can open the door for her. He toes the door open and picks his bag back up as he walks in to drop the first load on the kitchen floor and look around. There's a big elk head over the fireplace in the center of the room, and a little deck out the back with a grill. It's cozy, for sure, but he thinks it'll do for their purposes just fine. The kitchen is well stocked with dishes and a big gas range so Frank can cook as much as he wants.
"Well? What do you think?"