I’m aghast as we unpack into the log cabin. A bat is flying about, likely the same bat that is always here. How long do bats live, anyway? Yeah, it’s flying about six inches away from my face, flying in that creepy clutchy swift way bats do. The kids are thrilled. They name it “Pete” and laugh and clap and are completely undisturbed.
I’m glad the children take after their father, enjoying the very rustic space of the cabin. It’s old, built by my great-grandfather. Many memories of drunken singalongs, my family and the neighbors. An area populated by Hoquiamites enough it’s named “Little Hoquiam”. As if actually Hoquiam isn’t little enough!
It’s serene here. Always, and especially off-season.
The kids make their beds in the loft; the dog snoozes by the fire. Ralph and I shower and enjoy the quiet.
What an amazing view! I hope you have a wonderful relaxing time there. If you’re headed into Olympia at all, I’d love to have coffee with you – my treat.
@Jen
I’ll be in Olympia tomorrow! I sent you an email. Maybe we can hook up!