THIS IS A CABIN?

I love getting emails on how to do things.  I also get lots of stuff from things like HGTV with videos or slides on how to do things.  The recent one I received threw me for a loop.  They called it:

Countryside Escapes: Luxury Log Cabin in Jackson Hole

cabin 1

In all fairness, they did call it a “luxury” log cabin.  But I still do not see the “cabin” part of it.  Log yes, cabin – not like any I have ever known.

When we were kids, our father quit his job with Continental Canning Factory in Milwaukee (he was a Foreman, and it was hard in the 1960s).  His younger brother was successful in the supper club industry and dad wanted to take a shot at it.  Let’s just say that “supper club” was not his forte, but restaurants were.  His first attempt was a major flop, so mom and dad decided to move to upper Wisconsin – closer to where they grew up.  We ended up in Phillips, Wisconsin at some really cute little lakeside cabins.  They looked like this:

cabin 2

This pic is actually what is now called a “tiny home,” but it is the closest I could find to where we stayed in the mid-1970s.  The place we stayed in was called the Hidden Cove Resort in Phillips, Wisconsin.  I found them online (nice to see they are still around) and was pleasantly surprised to see that they are still there and available at a reasonable price.  We had a blast there our first summer in upper Wisconsin.  It was right on a lake so swimming every day was a must.  The fishing was ok, but dad took us to a much better place.  That was also when I learned how to skin and gut a Bullhead fish (FYI: best time to catch them is before August) using a small board, nail, and a hammer.  Gross, but I got really good at it.

The next cabin I stayed at was after my daughter was born.  She was about three or four years old.  I was in my late twenties, early thirties and it was out here:

cabin 3

It is now known as Western Riv, and if you click on the link, the first page will show you where my daughter and I slept.  The couch in the main area pulls out into a double bed.  When we woke in the morning that huge picture window had the best view of the sun peeking over the eastern mountains and just touching the lake as it started to come up.  It was spectacular.  We went around August, but the water in the lake was still icy cold. Didn’t stop the kids from playing in it, but we adults were two big pansies to even try.  I don’t think I will ever forget that view in the morning.

When we were kids, we dreamed that this was a cabin:

cabin 4

I am sure the artist must have gotten that idea from somewhere, exactly where I have no clue.  It shows everything you would think a cabin would offer:

  • Seclusion
  • Water
  • Fireplace
  • A dock for fishing or swimming.
  • Maybe, if you were really lucky, a great walking path through the woods.

What a grand imagination we had back then.  Over the years I have brought reality into my imagination (goes with age).  When we were hunting for our little place we now call home, the reality part of my imagination came into play.

We made a list of things we must have, things we would like to have, and things that would be great to have but could do without before we started our real estate hunt (and it is a “hunt”).  After searching for about three months, we came to the following reality conclusion:

  1. Open floor plan could mean a place with damage to walls or none at all in some areas.
  2. Several outbuildings (sill us – we were thinking barns, shed, and shops) could mean 7-10 port-o-potties all lined up and welded together to create a type of storage unit (No, we didn’t get close enough to see if they were used or new – yuck!).
  3. Skylight means no roof in some areas.
  4. The winding drive could mean sled run in the winter (if you could get through at all) and mudslide in the summer (which also went with sliding down a cliffside if you got too close to the edge).

Yes, we did find all of these beauties while we were hunting.  We did also find some “true” cabins.  We hope someday to have enough time (and money of course) to visit some of them.  Places we saw in Pagosa Springs looked awesome.  One day (before too long we hope) we want to go back to Wisconsin and stay in a cabin on the U.P. (Upper Penninsula) for a night or two.  We have a cousin that has a home in upper Michigan that we have never visited yet.

All of the above wonderland dreams will have to wait until we get the gardens and greenhouse back under control (haha – like we EVER had control to begin with).  Seed start season is underway.  Transplant and outside seed starting season are next.  That is followed by harvest season, processing season, and end of season clean up and put to bed season.  Looks like Thanksgiving or Christmas will have to be our cabin time.  Wonder if we could get one of those luxury cabins cheap?

Something with a bedroom like this:

cabin bed rm 1

Instead of like this:

cabin bed rm 2

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