Here are links to a couple of stories I wrote about cabin living - good and bad. First, is an an essay in Down East Magazine, about the summer ending.
Second, a short story published in the current Aroostook Review, about a retired couple from Boston who pick up a hitchhiker on a country road in northern Maine.
The last of the houseguests have departed. Everyone caught fish, saw some moose, and enjoyed rusticating in the woods. The camp record for a smallmouth bass was broken. And, as usual, we ate too much and didn't get much work or writing done. Now that the summer is winding down, our thoughts turn to work. I for one am ready for it. Our summer friends are migrating south, and it's getting very quiet. This was an unusual summer, and perhaps we're all more ready to let this one go. More on that later.