A Good Cabin

A couple weekends ago I was fortunate enough to stay in a cabin north of my home in Exeter, New Hampshire, that I thought was about the best, most conducive writing atmosphere I've seen in a while. It is an aged place with its share of mice, bugs and the marks of a bear claw in one of the screens, but it is a lovely place set back in the woods and not too far from a beautiful, clean lake.

It made me wonder why so many people feel the need to build gigantic modern cabins when all you really need is a bit of gumption, some footers, and the desire, as espoused by Thoreau, to simplify.

Take a look: