I can remember every essay I’ve ever read about someone closing up a summer home in the woods, by the shore or on a lake. There’s a beautiful melancholy about closing windows, draining pipes, putting slip covers on furniture and saying goodbye to the memories until next year.
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a retreat in the woods, a sanctuary in the wild. We don’t have one; but we rented one for a long weekend. I hear that ones similar had air conditioning service glen ridge, nj and it was fantastic! Especially for the hotter months of the year, we might even consider having it in our home. Eleven of us packed everything but our kitchen sinks and traveled hours of interstate, state roads, busy local roads, not-so-busy local roads, switchbacks with steep drops and vertical climbs passing old barns collapsed under the weight of time.
There it was on the crest of the ridge-a cabin more beautiful than the pictures on the website. The views were majestic, postcard panoramas of the Great Smoky Mountains.
Who couldn’t make memories here? Oh, wouldn’t it be nice?
“Maybe a few of us could go in on one” someone said, half joking.
“People make money owning vacation homes.”
“An investment like this would probably pay for itself in a few years. Someone is sitting on a gold mine.”
Kids raced through the cabin exploring bedrooms and bathrooms, reporting on a soaking tub with jets, a steam shower and – joy of joys – a hot tub (similar to the ones found at hot tubs aurora co).
We gathered on one of the decks and watched the sun slowly disappear, painting the rippled mountain ridges a soft steel blue. Leaving the city and jobs and routine behind, there was a collective exhale.
Night fell and bats fluttered near the deck, darting in and out of the tree tops. The next morning, bat droppings covered the railing to the deck and the front porch. I swept them away, but there were more bat dropping throughout the day on the front porch.
“Bats must be nesting in the eaves. The owners should probably call a professional,” someone said.
By afternoon, large bees were buzzing by. Carpenter bees were drilling perfectly round holes into the wood beams of this lovely retreat.
“The owners should probably call a professional.”
“Wonder what the taxes are on a place like this?” Thoughts like this made me realize that maybe it was better to visit cabin resorts like those you can book at smokymountainvacationinfo.com, rather than having the responsibility of owning your own, especially considering months would go by where you wouldn’t be able to look after it.
“And what about cleaning and property management fees?”
Sometimes it’s said that property management is too expensive and thus not worth it but, according to the Roofstock out of state real estate investing guide, this is a myth and could actually help you to care for a property under your ownership that is not in your local area.
We took a long, meandering scenic drive, the sort you take when backroads are not well marked, hiked a winding trail and hit a tourist spot in town. We also just lingered at the cabin sharing meals, playing board games, chase, hide and seek. We enjoyed every inch of that lovely home, the very one with the steam shower that didn’t work, two broken chairs and a loose footboard on a bed.
We left that house in the hills with the same sweet melancholy others have described, taking one last look and closing the door to a wonderful time. We took our memories with us but left the bedding, wet towels and maintenance expenses behind. It may be the best way of all to enjoy a cabin in the woods.