How about a cool breeze before the mercury rises for the day? The peaceful quiet before the tubers begin to cruise by the dock? The gentle rippling of the water against the shore?
Let me ask this question: Would you rather have a lakeside McMansion with all the bells and whistles? With brand-new everything and bedrooms for every guest?
Like this beauty?
Or a 1950's-era cabin filled with quilts... and pine paneling... and old board games... and beds everywhere... and floors begging to be re-finished?
I just returned from an overnight outing where traditions like writing on the chalkboard are never altered. And laughter, old stories, a competitive game of Yahtzee, and the love of friends close- to- me- since- the -eighth- grade decorated the cabin with a lavishness that made the McMansion across the lake fade in comparison.
Here's to very special friends!