A coworker is turning 60 this weekend. To celebrate she rented a large cabin on a river and is having a three-day open house. Eve and I decided to go together. Because it's Mother's Day weekend and Eve's sister is coming into town, the only time Eve could go was tonight. I used a little vacation time so we could leave at Eve's usual time.
We were rapid-fire talking, as usual, and cruised right past the exit, only noticing after the river had been in the rearview mirror for five minutes. We did manage to get off at the next exit only to find lane closures that forced us to drive about a mile and turn around so we could get back onto the Interstate.
Once off the Interstate we had no trouble finding the correct turn, the right road and, finally, the correct cabin. "Any trouble finding us?" our coworker asked.
"No!" we lied in unison.
The cabin is lovely and the setting breathtaking. I would love to rent a smaller cabin for a week in the fall and spend the days walking the trails, sitting on the back deck or front porch and watching deer gather, reading, napping and doing nothing else. It sounds like a lovely unplugged sort of vacation. It's out of my budget, but it's a lovely daydream.
If I had both money and time I would rent a dog-friendly cabin up near Lake Tahoe for a week during the summer, but... Maybe someday.
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