It's a sad day in my family.
For 22 years we have enjoyed this spot. A log cabin in the woods of the Sierra Nevada. Memory maker. We scrubbed it, fixed it, chased wild life out of it, watched bears from it's windows, fished out back in the stream, listened to rain on the tin roof and thunder rumble through the valley. Watched bats eat the mosquitoes that had tried to eat us, listened to the wind through the amazing pines, watched 18 month olds turn into 23 year olds, summer by summer. My dad engineered a more enjoyable outhouse when told we couldn't dig a septic. My dad is pretty amazing like that. Endless hours of the domino game of Train, plates of amazing food, and for me and my brother several birthdays were spent here as well. The laughter of a family enjoying it's time together can still be heard here. We filled the nooks and crannies of this cabin with it.
It might sell tomorrow, it might sell in 5 years, I am grateful for having been able to enjoy it.
And at least one more time, this summer, we will fill it up, run around it, swing from the giant tree, swim in the creak, read books for hours, watch the clouds float by, and enjoy the splendor that is "The Cabin".