As I sit at a pool on the North Shore of Kauai I find myself obsessing about the cabin.
I barely made it up in the winter and then traveled for work through the entire spring.
I find the Sierra’s now slipping firmly into summer and I still have yet to make an appearance to check for winter damage, turn the water on, and see the waterfull at it’s full snow melt splendor.
I miss it so much!
Like a first child away to college I find myself wondering how it’s doing. Dreaming about opening it up for the season, painting the trim on the new window, worrying about getting the water on, and chopping wood till my arms hurt. It’s strange how much these cabin chores bring me such pleasure.
I’m in Hawaii for my step sister’s wedding and yet still the cabin is never far from my thoughts. As we were sipping mai tais at the reception and mingling with the family of her new husband I chanced into a conversation with my new brother in laws uncle who’s had a cabin for over 40 years near Lake Tahoe. When I asked him about it he blurted out “I love it!”. It was refreshing to see after 40 years of cabin ownership it’s luster hadn’t faded for him. We chatted about our different cabins, when they were built, and what to do for the next generation of family cabin owners.
As the light drifts across the green hills of the Na Pali coast and the palm trees dance in the South Pacific breeze it’s hard to believe my mind is adrift in the Sierra’s.
As John Muir said “The mountains are calling and I must go.”