There's my dream cabin, the one I want back on "the point" in our pasture, overlooking the Missouri River bottom. Unfortunately, it costs more than I want to invest in a camping spot ($6,000). Every time I head out toward the barn, my eyes have been drawn to a shed that used to be my mom's. When she passed away, Cliff moved it near his shop, and now uses it for storing all sorts of things that might clutter up his shop.
There it is, next to our old garage. (That roof in the background belongs to the mobile home where my mom used to live, and where our renters now live... some day I'll do an entry about them.) Those strings are hanging in the doorway because Cliff kept bumping his head on the doorway, and they serve to remind him to duck. This little shed is 11X14... the perfect size for my getaway place! Cliff and I have discussed what it would take to get it "just right": a window on each side, a stove pipe for a small wood stove; and perferably a smaller door. Cliff is thinking perhaps he'd leave the existing door, plan on leaving it closed, and just put a walk-in door with screen in the other end. Thanks to our son-in-law, we have some sheets of metal that could be put on the outside of the building to spruce it up somewhat.
You see, I love camping out. Cliff enjoys staying at home. As I draw closer to retirement, I'm more aware of the costs of traveling. I doubt that many people can see the fun in spending a night in a converted storage shed with no electricity. But it sounds like great fun to me! All I'd need is a good book, my guitar and my dog, and I'd be communing with nature right in my own back yard. Cliff and I are discussing the possibility of an outhouse: not for myself, because I do fine without one; but in case my granddaughters wanted to spend time there with me, they haven't been raised as "hillbilly" as their grandma was. Cliff mentioned that we could set the camper up back there for a family campout, sometimes.
I'm so glad I never grew up! And I realize how blessed I am to have a husband who caters to my wild ideas. We've both seen so many of our wishes come to pass, it's really hard to believe. Cliff and I have told one another often, over the years, "If it all ended today, it's been a great life." But thus far, it keeps going on, each day as wonderful as the one before. I think we need a sign for our place that reads, "Woodhaven Acres, Where Dreams Come True". Except Cliff hates to mow around signs, so I guess I'll just post the sign in my mind... or perhaps frame the words and hang them on my cabin wall!