Tales from the Cabin
Cabin Life readers share their own cabin tales and stories. No matter where you are in the country, there is something so unifying about cabin life. Learn more for yourself.
Do you have a "my cabin" story to share? Send your story (about 250-400 words about your place, how you came to own it, what you like to do there, and why it's special to you) and a few high-resolution photos to your editors: cabinliving@aimmedia.com
Construction details from the log cabin owner.
If you build a family cabin, they will come.
Sometimes little folks need help facing their cabin fears.
One cabin goer discovers her personal best while swimming in the lake of her childhood.
The family retreat is where memories are made and kept.
I wish I may, I wish I might – create great cabin memories with my sons.
To fall in love with a cabin, sometimes you have to “test drive” it.
There’s nothing like cabins and Christmas to awaken the inner child.
Some cabins are worth a grueling hike in deep snow.
"How would you like to spend Christmas at the cabin?”
A first ride on an ATV, when properly trained and supervised, is a safe and fun ride.
This "superman couple" demonstrates the joy and laughter that 60 years of marriage can bring.
In 1956, when I was 12 years old, our family bought a 10-cabin resort on a lake in northern Minnesota and moved there. Eisenhower was president. Elvis’ big hit that year was “Hound Dog.” Wolf, a white German shepherd, was our hound dog. He was 2 years old. In dog years, we were about the same age.
The cabin is our happy place because we can treasure the time away from everyday life.
Every kid occasionally comes up with a dumb idea—trying to get a broken bone for attention is one of them.
