Meesh and I had a great weekend up at the cabin.
We stopped for a delicious steak dinner on the way, at a restaurant in the last town before you get up into the big hills, and my cousin, Craig, happened to be there. A huge surprise, and I only recognized him by his voice. It’s very distinct.
“Craig! Is that you?”
“Well hey, Frank. Yeah, it’s me.”
Craig is the youngest son of my uncle who left the cabin to me. He and his brother and sister were perfectly fine with that, but I gave each of them a key so they could use it whenever they want. Craig’s the only one who ever has, usually when he goes hunting. He just sends a text “Gone for deer this weekend” (he means going), and I text him a

.
Anyway, I hadn’t seen him in 30-some years. He came to see me after I was hurt real bad from a fall of about 60 feet or so when I was 38...I think. Maybe 36 (minor brain damage

). He joined us for dinner, and I introduced him to Michelle (“What?! Frank married?”), and we ate and chatted and laughed for nearly 2 hours.
Craig still lives up in the hills, not too awfully far from the cabin (45-50 minutes), and he checks on the place now and then. He’d just finished taking care of some storm damage there when he decided to get himself some dinner at that restaurant.
So that was a really cool coincidence. Craig is your typical solitary, down-to-earth, simple-living mountain-man, and it was great seeing him.
Even though he didn’t know we were literally on our way up there, among a few other things he’d cleared snow off the front path, the windows, and the roof, and took some firewood inside so it could dry out and burn well. So we didn’t have much work to do besides firing up the stove and taking dust-covers off a few things. And that was nice to "come home to," you know?
Saturday evening, we had hot cocoa out on the porch and watched for the planetary alignment. We didn’t see anything – it was a couple days too early and the trees are too tall – but it was so nice sitting out there all bundled up, our hands wrapped around warm mugs, just chatting and saying Hey to a neighbor now and then.
There are 4 permanent residences there, and a 5th place, an old mobile home, that’s sometimes rented to vacationers and hunters…so a total of 6 homes on about a 2 - 2 ½ acre chunk of privately owned land that’s a 10-15 minute drive from a general store, a couple little shops, and a little gas station with 2 pumps and a part-time mechanic; same places that were there when I was a tot.
It was just a cozy, quiet, relaxing little weekend.