I’ve always loved arriving at the cabin at night. I love stopping at the bottom of the road to unlock the gate…the swirl of dust in the headlights…the smell of sweet earth and bay…the cabin appearing after the last turn in the road. It makes it more difficult to unpack and set up, but it always feels a little magical as though we’ve been transported to another place and time. And there’s the reward of the first morning light streaming through the windows. It never ceases to make me feel happy.
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