Where Smokey the Bear and Woodsy Owl go to quench their mighty thirsts.
Hipsters who dream of log cabins made of rock and indie.
Want all the fireside coziness of skiing holidays, but neither the drive nor the rarefied air of the mountains (or Hollywood, for that matter)? Go east, my friend, to the Big Foot Lodge.
You don't need to know how to rub two sticks together to enjoy the bar's Toasted Marshmallow, but that tattooed stranger sipping a Sasquatch might just ignite your signal fires.
It's an urban wilderness out there; brush up on your survival skills.