Of all the cabins I've manifested, this one is nearest and dearest.
It sat on 5 acres of black spruce, with tundra for a yard.
Trails, trails, trails out my front door.
Buttery spring light through seven glorious windows.
Quiet. Absolute quiet.
Shower set up, sweet ass outhouse.
It was a slice of heaven.
I am feeling nostalgic . . .
Shall we visit Amanita Drive?