The Sanctuary of the Family Cabin
The TV in my room blares the sounds of some show in which I am not even interested. There is too much on my mind for me to worry about the show on television.
"I need money. I need a job. My car needs gas. What am I going to do when school starts this fall? My life is going downhill. I need to get away."
Just before my mind explodes, my father comes in and says, "Let's go to the cabin."
That is exactly what I have needed. My family's cabin has been my sanctuary for years. It is where I go when I need to get away from the chaos of everyday life. It is this way for not only me, but also for many family members of the three generations who go there.
I stick my hand out of the window of my father's beat up old Jeep Wagoneer. The air is getting colder and colder. Looking around, I see the plants slowly change from bushes to majestic, white-trunk aspens to gigantic, green spruce and other evergreens. These are the signs that we are closely approaching my haven; a little piece of serenity for me to clear my mind. We are going to my family's cabin.
Finally, I see the short dirt road that leads to the cabins surrounding and including the one owned by my family. We pull into the short driveway. A cozy, naturalistic cabin that I will be calling home for the next week stands proudly at the end. When we get to the top, I step out of the Jeep and am greeted by an almost complete silence. There is no human besides my father and me for miles. Two chipmunks chase each other around to my left. I think to myself, "This is what I have needed for a long time."
My mind continues to heal from the confusion of everyday life as I walk past one of the two huge stone chimneys that tower out from either side of the cabin and up the old stone and cement stairs. Some cement crumbles under my feet from years of people, snow, rain, and many other hardships. When I look down, I realize that parts of the stairs are buried from dirt sliding down the mountain.
I finally make it to the old wooden deck that extends across the front of the cabin. I look at the old wood under my feet and wonder how it could possibly hold my weight. The rest of the deck however is beautiful. My uncles have recently replaced the old wood framing roof. They also repainted the four pillars holding it and the railing on the side a dark forest green. The entire cabin is covered in a light tan-brown color to keep a natural look. I walk to the middle where a group of three trees project out just inches away from the deck. This was my fortress of solitude for many years as a child. I look over the deck at the lake and woodland forest surrounding me. The aroma of the evergreens surrounds me, leaving my mind wonderfully peaceful.
After taking in the beautiful scenery from the deck for a couple of seconds, I walk over to where the key is hidden and place it in the new locks on a heavy, polished, new wooden door. I hear the deadbolt click and twist the...