On Friday, after years of saving, planning, daydreaming and discussing, we took a huge leap into adulthood: We bought a weekend home — a cabin, a place we can escape to, a place to enjoy being surrounded by nature. The cabin sits on 10 acres of fairly pristine Catskills forest, on the side of a steep hill, bordered on one side by a little-used country road, and on the other side by a brook that cascades downhill across our acreage, so we can always hear rushing water.
After closing on the cabin, we immediately moved in, and spent the weekend there, clearing debris from the shed and exploring the property, which includes a waterfall, swimming holes and many granite and shale rock formations. And plenty o’ trees.
We’re planning to spend all of Thanksgiving week here, then we’ll shut the cabin down for the winter (maybe next year we’ll be more prepared to go up and enjoy the snow, but for now it’s more our spring/summer/fall home). Thankfully, our first weekend went pretty smoothly — the heat worked wonderfully, the hot water was toasty, and the views were every bit as amazing in November as they were when we first viewed the property back in the summer. Oh and stars! So many stars!