The Cabin.

Flashback...So right now we are leaving the cabin-- a safe haven from the world. As I sit here waiting to depart, I hardly want to. It has been a great day and half as always.


Saturday morning. On the road again. I feel as though I am running away-- escaping the real world and all its stresses and struggles that come with it. Escaping my messy bedroom that lately I have procrastinated cleaning. I am driving-- constantly checking the temperature of the window to see if the weather from the steadfast heat of Mesa is getting any cooler as we descend further into the mountains. Yes. Finally. An hour later. 90 degrees; this is the life. We keep going-- 80 degrees; worthy to roll down the windows. There's not a care in the world on these windy mountain roads. I hang my feet out the window and glance up at the pine trees walling us in on the narrow road, imagining what they look like all snowy white in December. What a beautiful place this is. We finally arrive to some civilization-- but not much-- a very humble people. The lake off to my right is as smooth as glass; a few love birds row their small canoe through the fading orange sun. I notice several trucks, old ones though, the perfect rustic style that fits Pinetop perfectly. There's so much green that the trees almost blend into big balls of green fluff to my curious eyes. That explains all the wood-- old log stores lining the streets, western style restaurants, and even homes. My mom veers to the right to an old dirt road which we follow for quite some time. The sign ahead reads, "Top of the Woods". Yes! We're almost there! Then, pulling off to the right, I see it. As perfect as ever. I breathe a sigh of happiness and we proceed down the steep driveway; Dad waiting at the door to greet us. Family. Comfort. Beauty. Country. Here I am-- I'm in love. 


This is the Cabin.


Emmaline