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.
Wow, amazing picture. I’m glad everyone was OK.
Hi Glenn, and thanks for this neat little write-up! We´re sad indeed. On the hand: WERE WE EVER LUCKY that we hadn´t spent this particular weekend at our lake .. Whatever this means, one thing is safe to say: Cottage owners, beware of trees close to your houses. Especially after weeklong rains that have made the thin soil into a mushy sponge which won´t support the roots any more. Because this one tree was not a sick and rotten but a very very healthy one ..