A cabin up in Sullivan, Mo is where I would love to be right now. It is a place where only members can go to be off by themselves. There is trees, quiet, lakes, wildlife. It is only a 50 x 90 lot that has nothing on it except a cabin, a picnic table and a hole for the campfire. The lake is very close at hand just about a block away, so it is walking distance. The cabin is 10 x 20 and fits nicely on one side of the lot so I can fix it up for a home away from home. Nothing is in it except camping equipment and air mattresses. This place is where I go to leave everything behind and just be me. There is no stress when I am there. The peacefulness is so overcoming that all you want to do is bring out the hammock and relax and just enjoy the time that you are there. There is not running water, no bathroom or shower, and no electricity. Just you, nature and the items you came with or have in the building. My family owns lots that is near mind and we try to get together there and visit. The place is the halfway point so it is easier to meet there and caught up than on or the other driving the 4 hours to visit one another. This is the place that we have been going to since my oldest daughter was 2 years old and now she is 25 years old and now she has a child of her own.
It has aroma of clean, crisp, fresh air. You can also get a hint of fish from the lake water due to the wind blowing in your direction. The hickory and cedar from the burning of the wood in the campfire that you are using to keep warm. The musty aroma from the cabin as you open it up because it has been a year since you have been there. You open up the window so the fresh, clean air can come through to help getting the musty smell out.
You can feel the roughness of the logs that you are putting on the fire and notice you gave yourself a splitter. The ground is hard because there is no grass growing and there hasn't been much rain lately. You can feel the wind blowing softly has it hits your body. The picnic table has became rough feeling because the tarp has been blow off. The campfire is warm as you sit down by it and feel the heat from it.
While in the cabin, you can hear the winds brush up against the cabin. As I walk through the cabin, I can hear the ego inside because there is nothing in there to capture the sound. As I go back outside and rest on my hammock, I can shut my eyes and hear the birds singing, the squirrels wrestling in the leaves that has falling for the trees. You can even here the crickets chirp if you just listen to the sound around you. You can even here the waves on the lake that the wind has made.
You bring out the food to prepare something on the open campfire. It might be a hotdog. Hotdogs taste so good when cooked or should a say roasted on an open fire. You taste the flavors from the wood on your hotdog because the smoke marriages with the meat and it is cooked. You bring out the supplies for S'mores. It is not a campfire without S'mores.
The trees have started to changing to fall colors. They are vibrant and colorful. You notice that things are starting to finish up the season and preparing to go to sleep. You see the squirrel gathering nuts for their home. At night you notice that you friendly raccoon is starting to put on a heavy coat and put on some weight. The cabin looks like no one has been there for awhile. Everything is closed up. There is no light getting into it.
