The Cabin Commuter

Living the life of a Cabin Commuter is a very difficult chore.  As simple as it may sound, we cannot always choose to be “at the cabin” or “in the woods”.  Other evil forces may require one to remain captive in the “other” world.   The world of concrete, noise and other indicators of civilization.  Not that those things are evil, mind you, but they take a far second to the serenity of your woods.  So, whenever possible, civilization loses and the cabin wins.  But never as often as we wish.

There are forces pulling in both directions.  The family could be in the city.  Work could be in the city.  Many friends may be in the city.   But the woods are at the cabin, the lake is at the cabin, the potential woodpile is at the cabin.

Yes, the workshop is at the cabin, beckoning a single finger to press the start button or lift a tool in an attempt  to transform nature’s resource into another appreciated form.  The aroma of turning red cedar can be very motivating.

During more temperate seasons, nothing is more consoling than to sit on the deck and communicate with nature’s friends at the feeder or enjoy the family of bats who regularly take up residence at the bat house and skim through the evening summer’s stillness helping rid the deck of pesky mosquitoes.

So, like I say, it’s a difficult chore, but thank the Lord we have the opportunity to live it.