My grandparents are planning on selling their cabin in the
woods near Plain. I'm kind of sad to see it go, as I have many fond memories of going out there as a child, swimming in the river, and cooking hot dogs on the fire. I even vaguely remember having a brief crush on a girl whose family had another cabin out there.
But the place is not what it used to be. Oh, my grandparents' cabin is mostly. But the rest of the area is not. Paved roads, mail deliveries, phones, and
cabins that resemble suburban mansions rather than woodsy hidey-holes.
And sadly, this means the end of Do-Nothing weekends. Not that I've had one recently. But after it's sold, a similar experience would be more like camping, since we'd have to … well … camp somwhere. And camping is doing something.