My True Serenity
One of my favorite places to go during the summer weekends is my aunt and uncle’s hunting cabin. It sits deep in the northern Pennsylvania state game lands. As soon as we arrive, the hustle and bustle of today’s crazy electronic world just melts away, and the relaxation begins. Even the dog seems more relaxed!
As we enter the mountains, it is a long drive down the mountain roads. The roads are narrow and made of gravel and dirt, with deep flood veins from the previous rainfall down the middle. As we drive down there are no guardrails, all you see are the treetops and steep rocky slopes that drop about six hundred feet to the forest floor. As we get down the mountain we get to the Y in the road, and the hills of black crumbling slate become visible alongside the overgrown creek that runs behind the house and road, and we know we have made it down.
The house is an old two story white wood sided home, with old dark green shutters and porch. The house was originally built in the early nineteen hundreds for the doctor who would care for the injured or sick loggers. Once we pull up, it is time to get the house up and running by turning on the electric and spring water pumps. As you walk up the stone mossy steps you hear the crunch of pine needles under your feet, which is usually a sign that no one has been here for a while. The house has an old stuffy pine smell, which has a comforting smell to me. The carpet is an old reddish orange that must have been bought in the seventies on a clearance rack and the furniture is a combination of every one’s old couches and chairs. The only thing that was custom built for the house is the kitchen table. It is a large dark wooden round table, with old quarters hammered in the surface. This table can fit twelve people or more easily. That is where lots of memories are made, because we can sit together and eat huge homemade meals, laughing about anything and...