The drive from the city had been tiring. There seemed to be more than the
usual number of idiots on the road today. Perhaps they, like us, were just
hoping to take advantage of the long weekend. At least they were not coming
to “our” woods. We had purchased the cabin from a friend of ours last month.
We needed a place to just get away and be alone, together.
Turning off the main road, we drive the mile and a half through the woods, on
the stone lane, to the cabin. Nestled in the woods, the cabin is somewhat
isolated. The nearest “neighbor” is about a quarter-mile hike through the
trees. We don’t know if anyone is there for the weekend, nor do we really
care.
We unpack the car and quickly store our supplies and belongings. We agree it
had been our good fortune to acquire the cabin. After taking a few minutes to
look around, we talk of vague plans for our time here. Little do we know what
the weekend holds in store for us. It is to be a weekend we will not soon
forget.