No electricity. No running water. Just 4 walls, a roof and a ridiculous view of Mt Rainier. My family's cabin is a cabin in the true sense of the word. And though it has marks of civility, like the lovely pear, plum and apple orchard, it also has plenty of wilderness for little boys to go primal. We chased frogs and lizards, explored overgrown trails, spotted baby raccoons, drove heavy machinery, ate fruit right off the tree, drummed and chanted around the fire pit, speared our own food and cooked it over the embers. Like a non threatening Lord of the Flies. With s'mores. And a tractor. And no conch.
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