We have a cabin in a heavily wooded area that has a large stream that runs though the back yard. There are hiking and equestrian trails all over the place. A flat bicycle trail made of packed gravel and sand runs right along the stream and goes for many miles. We usually go up to the cabin every weekend. It is a small wood framed house that has four rooms and cedar siding. It has shutters on all the windows and a rustic wraparound porch that is very deep with a metal roof. The rain plays a symphony on the roof. Instead of being annoying, it actually helps you sleep.
During the summer evenings we open the shutters and the windows at night for the cool breezes and to hear the frogs, crickets and owls. The screens on the windows are the only thing separating you from the life going on outside in the night as you sleep. The area is not heavily populated, and everyone knows everyone else. Even those who only come to their cabins on the weekends or for only a couple weeks in the summertime know each other.
I like our routine of opening the shutters and the windows when we arrive. Then we put linens on the beds and get the fire pit outside and the fireplace inside ready for the evening. The trees out back shade the cabins very nicely. These used to be homes where families were raised and now we call them cabins. We have more square feet of living space in our home, but this place has always felt more like home to me and my wife as well as our two children. Even as teenagers the kids like coming here to get away from the daily grind back in the suburbs. It is a peaceful place that goes with us in our minds even when we close it up to head back home.