I was talking to a friend this morning about cabins. He has one. We don't.
I would love to have a cabin. A private retreat on a small warm lake that I can swim across. Complete with fire pit, treehouse, rowboat, tall cedars, swing set, bicycles, and neighbours to hang out with. Candlelight Scrabble. Kick the can in the dark. Moonlight skinny-dipping.
The problem is that we like to travel alot, and we kinda like to explore new places each time.
The other problem is that we don't really like to look after our house. The Joneses we are not. So we assume that looking after two houses (well, one house and one cabin) would just be twice as painful.
This morning my friend told us how he was up at his cabin a few weeks ago and spent 7 hours one day mowing and working on his lawn. Repeat: 7 hours.
Then he told us how recreational property in B.C. has gone up in value so much that the property taxes on his cabin now cost more than his house.
Then he told us how his wife wants to travel the world, but they feel obligated to visit "Camp Huxtable" as they call it. Granted, they do love it there.
It is nice to be reminded every once in a while of why you believe what you believe.
And I believe we will continue to enjoy our tent, rented cottages, back deck, hotel rooms, and "Camp Mom and Dad." All perfect cabins for us.
Free free to invite us to yours. We will bring the Scrabble.
p.s. Andrea & John - we still linger over thoughts of last summer at your cabin. Bliss!