Hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving – if you are in the States. Ours was lovely. As is tradition, we headed South to my folks’ house in Kenai. We do the typical Thanksgiving feast on Thursday and on Friday evening we welcome the holiday season with Kenai’s electric light parade and fireworks. That has been the Thanksgiving agenda for me for as long as I can remember. On Friday night, I found myself wondering how things degenerated from singing carols around the bonfire to listening to Mariah Carey’s Christmas in front of the bonfire while the teenagers texted one another.
This year though, I did do something different. See, my parents have a cabin. They’ve had it for three years now. I have never seen this cabin. Other people have seen it besides my parents so I know it really exisits, but I have never made it there. Here is why – it is 13 miles off the road. In order to get to The Cabin, as it is so cleverly referred to, one must ride an all terrain vehicle that is appropriate for the season and trek into the wilds. So, on Friday morning my Dad, Terry, and I made a quick trip out.
This was Terry’s view of the trail from the snow machine we were riding. My view was of the back of his helmet, if I was looking straight ahead. I rode “bitch” as he was oh-so-fond of telling me. When I looked to the side it was pretty. Snow covered trees. Peek-a-boo views of the Cook Inlet. Nice.
About an hour later (as we are inexperienced snow machiners were seriously slowing down my Dad), we arrived at The Cabin. Our snow machine was the yellow one, in case you were curious. Finding The Cabin was pretty stealthy – we were just trekking down the trail and all of a sudden my Dad darts off into the woods and there is the cabin. Not sure how he finds it each time because it was not obvious.
Here is the front. It looks down on some woods with a little creek nearby. About 1/2 mile out, you can reach the beach of the Cook Inlet. Inside the cabin there is a full kitchen with a propane stove, a sitting area, and sleeping quarters for a number of people. Very pleasant. Efficient use of space, which always appeals to me.
Watch out for bears though – see those marks all up and down the tree? Those are claw marks from bears. They go all the way up the tree until they are level with THE ROOF of the cabin. That is a big bear – not that my parents have ever seen one there. When the bear is done marking the tree, it gnaws on the cabin. There are markings on two corners of cabin.
Need to go potty? The outhouse is about 50 yards or so from the cabin. Apparently, they have had issue with people thinking it is a public restroom.
The sign seriously cracks me up for some reason.
It comes complete with styrofoam seat, so it isn’t too cold when you sit down.
Go ahead, laugh. It is true.
Now the big question is when are we going to get the boys out there. I don’t know. The logistics of getting everyone out there is crazy. Only two snowmachines (yes, yes. I keep saying snow machines – it is an Alaskan thing. I know the rest of the world call them snowmobiles), makes for a challenge. Then in the summer it is, uh, boggy. My mom has some foul things to say about the treks they have made in the summer. Truly a testament to how much she loves my Dad. Still. We are thinking maybe March the whole fam-damily is going to make it out there.