For some reason my husband has gotten a bug...not the sickly kind but the "I'm so sick of where we live, we need to move" kind. So when the weather isn't sweltering hot, we go on these weekend adventures.
A couple of weekends ago we went to visit our youngest. He had moved the weekend before and I think "dad" needed a kid-fix. So David (my hubby), Zach (my oldest) and myself hoped into the truck and headed north. We picked up Tommy at his new digs and headed out.
The first place my husband wanted to see was a property with a log cabin that he's been following for over a year. Talk about a little obsessed about moving away from the city, this place was it. After about 3 hours of driving around in the woods on old logging roads that were overgrown by thick brush and small saplings, we went back to the main road and started over. After taking control of the plat map and gauging the mileage I finally got us to the 'trail' to the cabin.
Now I don't mind remote. I grew up on a farm with plenty of space to run around. My husband grew up in the Northwoods with thousands to acres to get lost in, but this was a little extreme. It would be another 100 years before electricity, telephone and even water are ever accessible. We had to jump a creek and climb up over glacier stones (large, flat, and deposited in the middle of nowhere) to get to the cabin.
It was a one room cabin built on top of a large glacier stone with a wood stove smack dab in the middle of the room. Ok...no worries, I like simple but the work to bring in water, telephone (there was no cellphone service this far out, I checked), and electricity would be expensive. So we wandered around exploring for a while and headed back to the truck.
Continue reading about our adventures after the break.
Continue reading after the break.