Where they have a large bonfire each year for New Year's. Down in the hotel lobby, eyeing the bonfire that was throwing sparks high into the air, and enough smoke to rival the fireplaces in John Edwards's house, I asked if it, ah, ever got out of control.
"Nah, Jim here's the fire chief."
Well, I guess that's that, then.
Here are the pix from Day 2. Just in case you're wondering, yes, I drove down the Old Comb Ridge track. Helluva ride. Dog thought so, too, wondering when it was all going to end. And yes, I mean that just how it sounds.