What a wonderful place this is, to me, like no other. This small, old, primitive cabin nestled deep in the woods upon a hill. It over looks a beautiful, serene, crystal clear lake. Barely touched by human hands, it remains natural in all its beauty. This has to be Gods' country.
             This cabin has been in my family for over a half century. My great, great uncle, while vacationing in Ontario, Canada, found this property. It's actually located ten miles down a dirt road from the small town of Chaffey's Lock. As we turn off this dirt road, we end up on the lane that meanders through the woods down to the lake and cabin. I start to feel like a child again, becoming excited, anxious and unable to sit still. In eager anticipation of the good fun and memories I know "we" (my entourage of family), will create. This primitive cabin built from cedar is a far cry from the Ritz Carlton. With no indoor plumbing, it makes you revert back to old fashion ways, but, for myself, that is just part of the fun.
             Thinking back, as a child, the hill the cabin was built on was almost mountain like and difficult to climb. Now that I'm older, I see it's merely just a little steep. Nevertheless, I still become a little out of breath as I walk up it. As I step up onto the old front porch, it creeks and moans from the weight of my body. The screen door also gives a loud squeak as it opens.
             Walking through the door into the cabin's main room, I have to stop and give my eyes time to adjust to the darkness. Though there are three windows, the cedar walls still make it a little dark. That stale, old, musty smell is the same as always, but that's to be expected, since this is an old rustic cabin. However, as soon as the windows are opened, the cool, crisp lake air with a hint of pine fills the room.
             This main room of the cabin serves as the kitchen and living area, and is separated by an old dinning table that...