City hipsters, looking to "get away from all the bullshit," declare "This is bullshit!" after three days.

"No subways, no pressure, no assholes," Bradley Helms declared as he and wife Nancy cautiously boarded the small motorboat that would carry them across the water to their newly acquired paradise overlooking "asshole-free" Pondering Lake. "Take your pretentious Park Slope brownstone and shove it," they soon declared as they settled into their matching Adirondack chairs and clinked their first glass of lakeside wine. "Everything just tastes better up here," Nancy observed. "Jesus f'ing Christ, look at these views!" But things soon turned more challenging for the couple, beginning with Nancy's first excursion into town in search of her beloved French Burgundy, an evening supply of her favorite Italian cheese, and a couple of "perfectly crusty" baguettes. Michael faced similar small town challenges. "My god, where do you get a decent haircut around here? And when I asked the guy at the market for Prosciutto de Parma, he looked at me like I had two heads. I thought, 'No, dude, you've got two heads!' Who lives like this?"