The Cabin at the End of the Road

front I've named my little cabin in the big woods. I'm calling it the Cabin at the End of the Road. (I even hinted at this name, by the way, long ago in this post.) I had considered calling it my Fortress of Solitude. After all, even Superman needs a place to get away -- imagine how much more a mere mortal needs one -- but there hasn't been a whole lot of solitude about it so far. Good Neighbor Brian had been giving me frequent reports about its progress and status ("cuter than a new-born speckled pup!") and has emailed me plenty of pix in case I couldn't get down to the woods as frequently as he does (and I can't). He even hiked to the other side of the lake to take some photos. The builder has been out to take pix of his own, and I told him that he was welcome to bring by prospects to show them the fine work he does. I know from the game cameras that certain of my neighbors make regular visits to my woods, and I'm sure they've discovered it by now. In fact, I expect half the county knows about it. The front door has a lock, but so far I haven't used it. My thinking is that if some interloper wants to go inside and finds the door locked, he just might break a window to get in, and then I'll have  broken window. (The brothers, Good Neighbor Tom and Good Neighbor Fred, have a much, much nicer cabin -- with indoor plumbing, satellite television, a washer and dryer, and a beer-filled refrigerator -- and they leave it unlocked all the time for that same reason.) I carry the key to my cabin with me, and I've hidden one in the woods nearby, so if some interloper thinks he's doing me a favor by locking up after he leaves, I'll be able to get in. The cabin really is at the end of the road. My road doesn't lead anywhere else but into my private property. No one uninvited has any business starting down my road. You, of course, are always welcome. Missouri calendar:
  • River otters begin breeding now through early April.
  • Great horned owls courting; listen for "Hoo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo."

5 Responses to “The Cabin at the End of the Road”

  1. Lynne at Hasty Brook Says:

    I thought I saw an extra pair of comfy chairs in one of the photos.

  2. Ed Says:

    For years, we had been going down to a little patch of Ozark wilderness in NW Arkansas. Then one year, we bought some land with a cabin not much bigger than the one you built and our visits increased by a factor of three or four times. You are going to have to start making two posts a day just to share with us all your new adventures at Roundrock!

  3. robin andrea Says:

    I like the open door philosophy.

  4. Seth Says:

    Hmm, so why didn’t you have an outhouse built also, you could even have had a self composting outhouse built, creating your own compost for use in the Pecan Grove and Pine Tree Forest.

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