Going to our family cabin* for Thanksgiving (always at the end of November) was NEVER a good idea. At 4,700 feet, the nights were pretty cold and the days weren’t much warmer. The water supply would have been turned off, the pipes drained and antifreeze dumped into every internal drain—sinks, tub, and toilet. The place was closed to all but the mice and an occasional wayward bat.
Then, for a few years, we went anyway. We would carry water jugs, food, and extra clothing. Those were merry times as neighbors began to gather. No bonfires of course but I still have memories of my father leading the group in song.
It is too far and too cold for us now. But the neighbors that I have known for more years than I care to count, still go.
And they sent me a new reminder of why we don’t go and why I wish I was there.
*for the history of this cabin please go to https://muellermusings.com/category/family/ There is one entitled “The Water Meeting” and one entitled “The Cabin”. Enjoy a day at the cabin.