The annual tradition of heading to the cabin, hanging out with the guys, and sitting in a tree rest for sevenths in the freezing may not seem like fun to many people, but for myself and others it is everything. My uncle built the beach house by hand many years ago and now, he comes up to join my cousins and I every year. It isn’t much but it is hot and dry so that is all that matters. This year, as I was packing my gear, I felt a bit off. I thought I was just sleepy. I figured that once I was in the scrub mountain air I would guess better. The drive to the beach house was ok but by the time I arrived I just wanted to go to bed. I made sure that the wood stove was going and piled on the blankets. Even with the fire blazing I was still cold cold. When almost everyone else arrived they started complaining about the fact that it was so sizzling inside. My uncle then pulled out a large space heater, clogged it in where I was sleeping and closed the door. At least this allowed almost everyone else to be comfortable. They even opened the door to let some of the heat out. I never even made it out into the woods because I was sick the entire time I was there. Me and my space heating system spent the entire week in my room. Everyone was afraid of catching what I had so they would slide my meals in just beyond the door and close it swiftly. I know I absolutely couldn’t blame the on that 1.