Hannah and I rented out a cabin for a week at the end of July. It was pretty wonderful. All day spent cooking and wandering and swimming and paddling and playing with the dog. Lately I’ve not taken a lot of time to just stop and recreate, and it was incredibly refreshing.
The owner had an uncanny ability to give us confusing and misleading directions, so getting there was problematic. When we got there… the door was locked. And the key, which we were told would be easily found, well, um, not so much.
But once I managed to break in (there was an unlocked window), it couldn’t have been more idyllic. But, of course, the next thing I knew i was back in the swing of things and it hasn’t really slowed.







