I guess I've always wondered if I could spend nights alone in the woods . . . now I'm finding out. Saturday was the annual picnic of the cabin owners association. We were introduced as the new kids on the block. It was very interesting meeting other owners - a woman who now owns the cabin her parents owned since 1950 - she used to trailer her horse up here every summer . . . a mother/daughter/grandkids group who own a cabin that isn't hooked up to the mountain's electricity. The grandmother told me her daughter doesn't want her kids watching TV or playing Nintendo in the woods.
I especially sought out women who spend time alone. Several stay up here armed, but most don't and don't feel the need at all. One woman told me the story of her neighbor who comes up armed and isn't afraid to use it. She heard noises in a shed - loaded up to see what was going on, and nearly shot holes in her son's wetsuit that was hanging to dry (in the dark) . .. Before I went to bed I programmed my cell phone with the emergency numbers I got from those who know. Now I'm 2 clicks away from help - but mygawd, how on earth will they ever find me out here?
The US Forest Service is the first emergency number to call. Everyone assures me, they know 'exactly' where our cabin is, LOL. We won one of the silly door prizes at the picnic. The box is labeled - "Glitterama Clock" - the silliest clock with some kind of oil in it. When it gets hot the glitter flickers and rotates counter clockwise around the dial - but it puts out a large dim blue light at night. I feel like a kid again needing to sleep with the lights on. ~N
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