A Weekend At The Cabin

This past weekend the girls and I enjoyed our second trip to the cabin this spring.  I've talked of the cabin before, however I've never shared the whole experience going to the cabin entails.

Three years ago my parents purchased the property and have since built a cabin which the whole family helped build.  The land is located in an established forest and one side of the property has a river. 

To say the least,  it's rustic.  So rustic in fact no roads lead in.  Instead we travel a mile through a forest like this. . .

On one of theses, carrying everything in that we need . . .

down trails like this . . .

this time of year things can get a little muddy -- rubber boats are a must. . .

To heat the cabin and cook our food we burn this . . .

Either in this. . .

Or in the campfire. . .

If nature calls, you need to take a trip out back to use this . . .

Dad used old barn boards to give it a rustic feel.

We sleep in a loft (just like Laura Ingalls!)

A few helpful hooks hang on the back of the cabin ready to lend a helping hand. 

  Boots like these keep us looking snappy on rainy days.

There always seems to be work to do if were feeling motivated.

But mostly we enjoy the view.

This time of year is one of my favorite for spending time at the cabin.  Everything is so green and beautiful and pretty flowers grow in clumps everywhere you look.

Pretty ones like theses . . .

Not sure what they are called, but I think they are so pretty.

Even when the flowers have faded,  beauty is everywhere you look.

No matter if you look down . . .

or up . . .

Beauty surrounds us.

Spending time at the cabin is all about slowing down, appreciating the land, enjoying each others company and making memories which the kids will hopefully remember throughout their lives.