Picture this cabin a little more exposed, less rustic and on an overcast day. Also imagine that you are in a state park miles from any town and that there appears to be not one other person in the entire park except for a few employees.Not long ago, I would have thought this would be a slice of heaven, but when Suzi and I met half way across West Virginia for a two-night stay at a very nice, clean cabin, I had to leave the next morning. It was just plain creepy. Bates Motel creepy.
Even Fiona, when I'd step outside to walk her, would run to the car as if telling me, "Let's get outta' here."
We were five miles from the deserted lodge and miles from the other also-deserted cabins. It wasn't the least bit cozy, though it was clean and as-advertised. It was unsettling, to say the least.
Is this another old-lady thing? I once thought I could live alone in the middle of nowhere, carry my water from a creek, chop my own wood. Forget that scenario. No phone, no cell phone service, no TV or radio, nobody to hear our screams, nothing but trees and a lake. Remind me, please, the next time I talk about renting a little cabin in the woods that I'm over it. Really over it.
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Oh, no! If you're over it then I'm vicariously over it, too! Another dream shot to hell. :( Connie, if you read this, it's "muffins" again. :(
I hear ya. For years I tried to convince myself that camping was the sort of thing I should really like. I finally admitted to myself that although I like the outdoors, I like it more when I have access to modern conveniences.
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