I took two nights and the better part of three days to spend time alone in a log cabin in the woods overlooking a meadow. I had some writing-related decisions to make, and I wasn’t getting anywhere with the decision-making process at home. I’m pleased to say that I found the answers I was looking for. Amazing what some complete alone time can do. Although this morning I was surrounded by a dozen-plus deer, a coyote, a chipmunk, and a raven, so not really alone. 🙂

There was one thing about my stay at the log cabin that was unfortunate. The beds were all in a loft, and the steps to the loft were too steep for my bad hip to negotiate. So I had to sleep downstairs on the couch instead of in one of the comfy looking beds. I almost fell coming down the steps the first time, so I knew it wouldn’t be safe for me if I had to get up during the night.

I swear the cabin seemed a little bit haunted. More than once I heard what sounded like someone tapping on the door’s window. I also heard what sounded like feet sliding across the wood floors. I kept telling myself when I’d wake up to weird noises that “It’s just the cats.” And then I’d remember my cats weren’t there. The second night I was so tired after not sleeping well on the couch, that I just slept most of the night through. Woke up once to a loud thump, but I think it was all just logs creaking in the change of temperatures at night.

This cabin was located at the horse camp I attended when I was a kid. They used to tell us lots of ghost stories about the area. So I’ve always sort of felt that place was a bit spooky. Being all alone on a secluded hillside away from the main camp area and hearing bumps in the night was actually amusing. They’d set me up perfectly as child for a ghost-filled weekend.

UPDATE: I tried writing a poem today about yesterday’s visit with the herd of deer and the coyote. It seemed like a poetry-worthy moment. But after a good honest try? Nope. Whole lotta nope. Oh, well. It was a cool moment, though. 🙂
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