This is my first blog post from my phone! Oh, the wonders of modern technology. Yeeeeesh I sound like my mother, bless her heart (love you mommy!). Back to the point, we are currently in the car on our way to the cabin! Don't worry, we are fully aware that other cabins exist throughout the world, but long before I was born it was dubbed "THE" cabin, and so it has remained. It is nestled deep in the forest, right up against the edge of Rocky Mountain National Park. It is my favoritest place in the whole wide world. If I had a million dollars, I would buy the whole property and keep it in the family furrrever. There are so, so many distinct and happy memories made at the cabin that I wouldn't trade for anything. These include, but are not limited to: the 4th of July bear encounter and the subsequent stream of curses from Aunt Shauna and my dad, raking and picking up branches for hours on end, extreme sledding down bear mountain, painting lessons from grandma, "turn it down, kids!", Aunt Marsh and momma leading barn dances, swimming in the frigid pond (just an awwwful idea; I guess we forget how incredibly unpleasant it is over the course of the year), campfires in the bottomland, snowmobile trips into town for pizza, 4th of July fireworks (soooo good), church at the Granby branch, cousin bonding, the sheer joy that comes from snowmobiling through the meadow full of fresh powder...
...the list could literally go on and on and on and onnnn, and most of them only my cousins will really understand. But I think my favorite memory from the cabin is one that pretty much sums up the unique charm and draw of the cabin: it was absolutely miserable, completely absurd, slightly terrifying, and at the same time absolutely hilarious and wonderful. A couple years ago a species of beetle infested all the trees and started killing them all off, creating a huuuuge fire hazard. So my grandpa took on the huge challenge of cutting down all the dead trees, piling them up, and burning them in 'controlled' burn piles. We were all out in the bottomland building up the piles and starting the fires when out of nowhere these huge gusts of wind came rolling in. You can probably guess where this is going. Within 30 seconds at least three of the piles were burning out of control. One way the cabin has prepared me for the future? I know have the skills to become a firefighter. We all panicked for half a second, then sprang into action. My cousins and I started hacking at the flames with branches, trying to swat the flames into smithereens. (I am probably making this sound a lot more int ense than it actually was, but it was still the most exhilarating moment of my life up to that point). Meanwhile, my grandpa proceeded to drive his tractor, filled with GALLONS AND GALLONS of gasoline, over the fires. We all nearly had a heart attack. However, as per usual, my grandpa's idea was fairly insane, but surprisingly effective. The tractor, along with our branch-swinging, eventually smothered the flames. Completely terrifying in the moment, slightly hilarious in hindsight.
Another huge pro of the cabin? I get to hang out with my dearie! The Richmonds have a cabin half a mile down the road from us, so our families get to hang out over the 4th and Christmas break! Can't wait to see Christie's heinous faces creeping at me!
The moral of the story: the cabin is the bestest. If you haven't been over here, you're missing out. My grandpa's policy was always "everyone's welcome," so get your bums over here.
not-so-perfect moment:
My room is already a disaster and I've been home for three days. My bad. I'm working on it, guys.
Lets just say that It's impossible to divide by the amount of my soul that doesn't want to be there
ReplyDeleteAmen, brother.
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