I found this post that I clearly typed up last summer while out at the cabin. Not sure why I never hit "post" as I think this sums up the love I have for the cabin pretty nicely!
It's easy to see why I might declare our cabin as the greatest thing ever. The cabin is just outside of Windermere, British Columbia. My parents bought it two weeks after our oldest son was born. From the first weekend we came out here we were smitten. The cabin, occasionally referred to as "Owen's Cabin" or "SUMP", is tucked up inside a little community where there are no fences between yards and deer and the odd bear roam through our yards. It is surrounded by trees and has just enough lawn out front that the kids can run and play.
In the winter time we enjoy huge dumps of snow which facilitate lots of tobogganing, snow man making, skating, and hot chocolate drinking. In the summer we have access to the lake and the little marina in the community. We have two kayaks which are used a lot when we and our guests are out here. Of course the big hit with the kids is the beach. They spend hours building sandcastles and smashing them down, digging trenches to fill, splashing in the shallow water, and just generally running up and down.
The last two summers I have spent easily three to four weeks out here enjoying the calm and tranquility.....ok the noise and racing around on bikes is more realistic! But regardless of calm or chaos its lovely getting out here and away from the city. We all have more time to go for walks around the block and sit and watch the squirrels in the yard.
Last night, while we were sitting on the steps of the back deck, Owen looked up and noticed a squirrel running up the post of the bird house. We all had a bit of a chuckle when she ducked inside of one of the holes. The next thing we know she is popping back out with something in her mouth and scrambling down the post and heading for the woods behind the cabin. Not knowing what it was, Uncle L climbed up a ladder to see what was in there. He could hear scratching noises coming from the birdhouse but couldn't see inside. Right then Mama Squirrel came running back and scurried up the post again. This time we were standing a lot closer and could clearly see that she was picking up her babies and transporting them to a new nest. We backed off so she could carry on without feeling threatened. It was such a neat experience that I will never forget. And to think my dad was going to knock that bird house down just a few weeks earlier because it was never being used!
