A Cabin in the Woods
Unlock the door to the cabin set back in the woods and experience what may come. No indoor plumbing. No flush toilets not even at the latrines. There is electricity, but nothing else. Not so remote that cell phones don't work but remote enough to see almost every star in the sky and black bears walking by. Once the fire was going, the contraband bottle of whisky was opened and the stories came out. A hearty meal of beans was to be had as a lengthy hike was scheduled for the following day: 4 hours and 800 total feet of elevation. Didn't see a single creature on the hike save for a hunting party. Got to the bottom of the valley where Lick Run split into two and had a little slice of snow covered heaven all to ourselves. Eventually made our way back to the cabin, for water, sleep, food, and writing. Wrote a bunch out there, in the wood, the Pennsylvania Wilds, part of the Chesapeake Bay watershed, feeling interconnected to everything in those snowy peaks and valleys, doing my best impersonation of HD Thoreau.
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