With the opportunity to fulfill a childhood dream of living in a cabin in the woods at hand, I quit my job and packed up with a friend for Big Sky country. We arrived as clumsy "City Slickers" with modest ambitions of cabin life. Though I planned to remain focused and productive throughout the indefinite stay, I failed to account for one thing in particular-cabin fever. Time moves much slower in the woods during a northwest Montana winter and my urban upbringing left me highly unprepared. Cabin fever became an all-encompassing driver for any endeavor and, at times, the berserk byproducts became a ridiculous cartoon parody of themselves. A parody of conventional cabin living. Fictional short stories written during the time in the cabin fuse throughout to give the Montana memoir a unique life of its own. A fusion of fiction and reality that only cabin fever could stir up.