There is something in my soul that longs to get close to nature on a regular basis. I’m not an extreme adventure guy, nor am I a tree-huggin’ back-to-the-lander, but I’ll go a long way to splash in fresh, clear water and get pine resin on my fingers. I’ll even put up with a few bugs and a total internet blackout if it means I can chill in a little spot in the bush.
But, at the risk of over-romanticizing it all, nature can be a cruel mistress.
A good buddy of mine was telling me about a perfect little cabin he bought recently. He and his wife were excited. They were looking forward to doing all the little things that make for comfortable cottage living and they were anxious to have us up for a visit. He informed me the other day that we would have to postpone our inspection due to unforeseen maintenance issues; that the weather has been particularly windy lately and that furthermore, his plans for renovations have been moved up somewhat.
It’s all good. No one was hurt, and now I get to hang out in the bush with my buddy.