It gets its own blog post because it was so dreamy. On top of being a really nice, fun cabin, it was really secluded and perfectly peaceful. In fact, it was so quiet the first night it was spooky -- no sirens, no car alarms, no screaming drunks . . . something had to be wrong. We got over that pretty quickly. It was perfect, really. Here are some of the views from our windows:
Well, you get the picture. Tennyson loved it here because he could run around like a crazy person and get dirty and explore and be a boy. Here is a clean Mr. T before he headed out for another adventure in "the wilderness," as he called it.
At night, after our hikes, we would put Tennyson to bed and then go outside and sit in the hot tub and look up at the thousands of stars and wonder if life is too short not to live in that cabin. We're still wondering. We now know, though, that peace does exist, and you can rent it for a nominal nightly fee.
