“I’ll bet that’s the private air strip Charles and Philip told us about,” Mike said.
“You’re probably right. It’s in the right location to be theirs.”
We stopped at the bakery in Waynesville and purchased a few loaves of salt-rising bread, after which we followed US-276 back to the main highway that led to Maggie Valley and beyond. Before we went to the cabin, we drove up the highway past Rocky Waters Motel, where we’d stayed on our first visit to the area, a short distance and went in search of the road that the chief’s new cabin was located on. Following his directions, we had no difficulty in finding the cabin. Actually, it was more like a small, rustic-looking house than a cabin, and it looked very nice from the outside. Sarah had stated her intention to spend Christmas in the new place, but family obligations and other things had interfered. She was, however, determined to spend Christmas in the mountains next year.