Disclaimer: All characters are those of Alliance Atlantis and not mine. I do own Fenton Baser though!
Northern Adventure- Chapter 3"That's a cabin?" Ray asked incredulously.
"Well, yes Ray. With four walls and a roof, I believe it will provide adequate shelter for the duration of the storm."
"It may be a cabin in Canada, but in Chicago we tend to think of cabins as get away places. Ya know, fishing lake, marshmallow roast, satellite TV. Not a shack 200 miles from anywhere, even Runamukluk."
The building that stood in front of them was a sorry sight. Peeling birch logs held together with pine gum made up the frame, and a door hung precariously from rusted hinges.
Just then a flake of snow fell. Fraser looked up, and then turned to Ray. He opened his mouth, but Ray spoke first.
"Yeah Benny. I know. Go get firewood right? Well, the only way I'm getting firewood is if we're having a fish fry tonight"
"All right Ray. But we have to hurry."
So the two set off in opposite directions. Ray Vecchio of into the woods, Fraser back 2 kilometers to catch fish.
Ray went deeper into the woods, looking for fallen timber that would catch fire. He located a large pile of perfectly stacked pre-cut wood, covered with a tarp. The previous tenant of the cabin must have left it.
//Must be a Canadian thing// Ray shook his head and began moving the wood closer to the cabin. More flakes had fallen, and Ray has no desire to be caught in a Canadian snowstorm.
Meanwhile Fraser had been hiking back to the stream. He knew he could survive without the fish, but he also knew there would be no living with Ray if he came back with no fish.
Eventually he reached the river, and it was then he noticed the darkening sky and the biting sting of the wind. The storm was picking up, and Fraser was two and a half kilometers from shelter. //I am in no trouble. I'm not. I am a Mountie! // he thought, and set to work catching fish, while more and more downy white flakes fluttered from the sky.