Hidden in the Forest

It was a two-hour drive north to my cabin. I told it was a beautiful drive and her comments did not let me down. On the long straight road, we saw the sun just starting to drop behind the mountains.

I slow the car and put in the dirt drive on the right-hand side of the road. It was rough, but an easy drive up to the barn. The trees opened up ahead and he could see my barn for the first time.

“Is that where you are taking me,” she questions with an irritated tone in her voice. “You said you would take me to your pleasure cabin. That I would enjoy myself. That looks like a dump.” She crossed her arms in angry huff.

“Just give it a chance,” I said, just knowing this would be her reaction. The barn was 35 feet by 35 feet. The siding was a vertical ship lapped that was weathered from the elements. The roof slope was not too steep but not low either. There was no window, only a door, in which the red paint was peeling.

I stopped the truck about ten feet from the building and put the car in park. “Listen if you don’t like it I will take you home. If you don’t check it out, you will be so disappointed.” I opened the door, and the interior light came on. “Give it a try.” I slid out of the truck and closed the door. I took my time walking around the front of the truck.