Vacationing in my family’s log cabin was always exciting and we looked forward to it all year. The first day after we came home from the cabin we all said we could not wait until next winter. Our cabin is in the mountains of North Carolina and has no neighboring cabins or homes for close to a mile in each direction. The cabin was built on the East side of a well elevated peak so as to peer into the sunrise. Windows of at least 10 feet in height grace the sunrise side of the home and illuminate every room with brilliant light each morning. I was always great to sit next to my Grandfather on the large, very soft couch that sits in from of the great fireplace.
We would each have a breakfast tray to eat our bacon and eggs on. I recall they were made of bamboo and were black and red. It seems funny to look back and realize the tiny things you recall from your past. A simple breakfast on a fantastic of breakfast tray with your beloved Grandfather is a wonderful memory to have.
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We would make our way into the wilderness most days. The nearby stream was always full of mountain trout, and a fine dinner they always made for us. It is the same stream I now take my children each year while at the cabin. When I brought my children to the cabin for the first time they were abuzz with wonder and awe. The city just does not have the open spaces the mountains of North Carolina have for everyone to enjoy. My children are better for their experiences in that log cabin, and they are happy to tell you about it any time you ask. Each family needs a legacy to help keep them together. I am sure my children will have wonderful meals on those breakfast trays and will share the experience with their children one day.