I have to laugh when some of you say you want a cabin like mine. I'm sure you would like to have a cabin, but I doubt you'd want one like mine.
1. Cliff made me an outhouse there, using somebody's old hunting cover turned on its side. If I get up in the night, though, I don't go back there. I stay very close to the cabin door and squat... because who knows what's out there in the dark. Would you do that?
2. I enjoy sleeping on my air mattress, even though it leaves me a bit stiff and sore when I awake in the mornings. I have to let the air out when I leave because of the mouse situation; once I had a mouse living underneath my old mattress. Besides, it gets dusty back there, so I keep all my bedding in closed containers... safely away from rodents!
3. If you need food kept cool, you'll be carrying an 8-pound milk jug full of ice to the cooler when you go. That's at the same time you're carrying the cabin-bag, an insulated jug of fresh water (I leave water at the cabin in large containers, but I want my drinking and coffee water fresh). Oh, and don't forget Sadie pulling excitedly on her leash because she's anxious to get to the cabin where she can be turned loose.
4. Mice nibble on your books, so be sure and keep any precious ones put away somewhere. The mice poop on every surface as they walk, too. And be sure and keep Sadie's dog food locked up. Mice love dog food. Did you know they can climb straight up a wall?
5. Because the water must be carried back there, I'm pretty stingy with it. Thank God for Wet Ones.
6. If Sadie is at the cabin with you, prepare to wear yourself out throwing Frisbees and sticks for her. She'll stand at your side and stare you down until you could scream.
7. Spiders and other bugs. If you don't believe there are lots of bugs, just look at the sticky-trap. And that's a fairly new one. I keep bug spray back there, and also...
8. Apply plenty of Off, for the ticks and mosquitoes.
9. Actually, I can't complain about my daughter's camp stove; the only problem I have with it is screwing on the little bottle of propane.
10. While we're at it, that isn't really a cabin; it's an old storage shed someone had used for a poolside dressing-room, and Cliff practically had to rebuild it from scratch.
I bought that buddy-pie maker on mine and Cliff's first trip to Branson on the motorcycle. We stopped in Springfield at Bass Pro Shop, and there is was. I had read (on a message board I no longer frequent) about buddy pies. Yesterday evening was the first time I remembered to use it! Does anybody have any buddy-pie recipes? I need some! I also tossed a potato in the coals of my fire. When I pulled it out it appeared to be burned to a crisp; but when I halved it, I found I could easily eat the potato out with a spoon. It was as though the 1/4 inch burned-solid shell was a bowl. Yummy.
So, there you have it. Are you positive you'd like my cabin? Perhaps you'd need a few refinements. I don't think I know any ladies who would enjoy it back there... and very few gentlemen.
I love it. It's the most sacred, private, peaceful place I know. Many mice have died, and will continue to die, so that I can have my special vacation spot.