I’ve interviewed people who travel only 30 miles. (Be still, my jealous heart.) They think nothing of making the 45-minute drive on a summer evening so they can waterski or canoe on their lake, hike or bike on their trails, or just watch the sunset from their deck.
But then, I also interviewed a couple who commuted from their home in San Diego, Calif., to their cottage on Michigan’s Lake Charlevoix. How in love with your cabin do you have to be to travel more than 2,400 miles, about 35 hours by car? Crazy in love.
Most of us understand that kind of passion, don’t we? Our passion for cabin living and the rewards that it gives us – reconnection with friends, family, nature and with the best part of ourselves – can make us do crazy things. The cabin commute is just one of those crazy things. The list may go on to digging an outhouse hole on a hot summer day, unclogging drain tile during a rainstorm, evicting hordes of bats, de-skunking a dog. My list includes those things, and your list probably gets even more interesting than that!
Your Cabin Life editors stretch far and wide to capture cabin stories. In the March 2013 issue, for example, you’ll read about cabins in:
- Virginia, Wisconsin and Oregon, “My Cabin,” p. 18.
- Minnesota, “A Welcoming Cabin with a View,” p. 34.
- Ontario, “Small Cabin Escape,” p. 66.