On the night before hunting season, I was going out to my cabin to stay so I would be able to get up bright and early and be in the woods already. The cabin is about a mile down an oil road on some property my family owns. The road becomes impassable around the time of deer season every year, which is just as much a help as it is a hinder, because the rapid...
copyright January/2011 Constructive comments and emails are appreciated and welcome. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my story. Please enjoy. ******************** The world has gone to hell, Casey Stewart thought as he made his way up the steep trail to his cabin in the hills. This area of southern Missouri was known as the Gateway to th...
I'm finally telling this true story that happened a few years ago. Every summer my wife and I stay at a cabin with three other couples for a four day weekend. The group consists of us, my wife's brother and his wife Suzy, Suzy's sister and her husband, and a couple that's unrelated to us. The cabin is owned by Suzy's sister and her husband. The cabin is on...
Morgan Page coasted up to the little cabin on fumes, consciously kicking herself for not filling up the truck at that little convenience store in town. When would she ever learn? Reaching over into the back seat she grabbed her coat and hoped like hell the temperature wasn't as low as her truck thermometer had said before she lost power. Nine degrees was jus...
About the middle sixty's I was in my second year of college and home for the summer. I had taken a part time job with the neighbors to help Lenny fix up a cabin he and his wife, Bertha, had bought in northern Wisconsin. (If you read the two stories, Lawn Work Rewards you will remember Bertha) Lenny and myself were to be up at the cabin for the next three we...
(Many thanks to KittyKatBC, my editor on this one. I'm glad she was on board, it made the story easier to write.) * Lacey was my boss, I do emphasize the word was. The company I work for is a family owned and run architect business and since the only child the owner had was a daughter who had no interest in the company, we all knew that once he retired the...
In 1967, I was living with a girlfriend, 10 miles north of Aspen, Colorado, in a little cabin on Elk Mountain, high in the Rocky Mountains. We were attending a dance at the Aspen Inn. I had been living with Sherry about three years off and on and our relationship had not always been smooth sailing. Sherry was twenty-four, hazel eyes, brown hair, and light...
I had spent two whole days hiking up the side of the mountain when a snow storm suddenly popped up. I knew I had to get to shelter and fast! I remember a buddy of mine telling me about an old cabin from a previous trip. I realized that I was close to the spot he described and I went in search of the illusive shelter in the woods. I found the old broken down...
Day 1 Janet stepped onto the liveaboard dive boat with mild trepidation; this was to be her home for the next week. The dive company sales literature and several phone calls to them assured her limited diving experience was no obstacle to her enjoyment of the trip, but still lingering doubts plagued her. At 40 she was a newbie to diving having only her cert...
A few weeks ago T came home from work and mentioned that one of the people where she works had posted a cabin for rent notice and would I be interested in getting away for a weekend sometime? We checked into it and found the price reasonable and the drive not too far so we booked it for a weekend. The owners had told us that it was quite remote, and there w...