If you follow this road along the side of the mountain
you’ll come across the loveliest little stream. I grew up on this road, about a mile + a half in the direction of civilization (sort of…), and when I used to run my five mile route, I’d often stop there to splash myself with water, and quench my growing thirst.
I grew up drinking the water that runs from the top of this mountain (of course at my parents’ house they do have a well), + so did the rest of my family. My maternal grandparents first drove this road when they bought their Camp on the lake in 1952. The water that is pumped up to the house from the lake isn’t drinkable, so they would stop at this stream on the way to fill up jugs of water. I didn’t know this fact until two weeks ago when my uncle told me. I had just been drawn to the stream on my own.
I’ve certainly spent my fair share of time on this plot, though I’ve never been sure of who owned it. Most likely, it’s town property by now since I’ve never seen a soul come in or out, and there isn’t so much as a foot path to its front door.
In our curious younger years, my best friend + I would peek around inside this house innocently. We rarely touched anything, and if we did it was very carefully put back in the dust where it was found, we just wanted to see what it was like in there. We knew it would be lovely. We’ve always had an affinity for obsolete homes abandoned decades before our time. This house never even had electricity.
Rachel over at Smile + Wave just posted some beautiful photos that she took in a similar house recently. I couldn’t help but think of this cabin, and the Airstream trailer also located on this road that the other Julia (my BFF) + I used to explore.
If you need a bit of inspiration, definitely have a look at Rachel’s post. As for me, I’m now planning another trip inside the cabin. This time, with camera in tow.
I hope you’re all well.