Now, when I say “cabin”, lest you conjure up that traditional image of a romantic stone and bark-clad dwelling, or a chinked vintage log home, I should set you straight. Our cabin is more like a sleep shack. It’s a 16 x 20 plywood structure with no insulation, plumbing, electricity, or cell service. Oh, and there is no road to the cabin, either. We have to forge across the river with our stuff. Then, it’s up the hill to home sweet home. If one thinks of it as a really nice tent, then it’s actually quite impressive. Our Little Cabin That Could, may not provide the most modern of amenities, but what it does provide, are lots of memories.
After a few days we trekked on down the mountain and stayed with some dear friends on their 40 acre homestead. We had farm fresh eggs from their chickens, fresh tomatoes and okra from their garden, and good conversation. I went to a bead store, a gallery, and did a little antiquing. Our friends sent us off with freshly canned pickles, homemade salsa, the World’s Best Homemade Bloody Mary Mix, and our own cache of tomatoes and okra.
I snapped quite a few pictures everywhere we stopped. I have grown to love using my cell phone to take pictures, but would love to get the new 8 megapixel version. My new point and shoot camera has been a little disappointing. (Of course, I know it has to be the camera and not the photographer). I know it’s just a simple point and shoot sans a lot of bells and whistles, but it’s an updated version of the camera I had before. It has more than twice the megapixels and zoom capability, so I don’t know why the photos are not as expected. Below is a slideshow of the highlights of our trip.
Now, if I can only do that here at home...
I’ll put it on the list.