Photo: Hut Sheet

As you enter the cabin through the wooden door, you’re bombarded by an onslaught of smell and warmth. Faint tendrils of smoke are blanketed by the smell soup simmering on the stove. A fire crackles and laughs in the hearth and pictures of faraway places and family coat its mantle. The sitting room holds a couch and has bookshelves lining the walls, adding a smell of old books and paper to the mix. Large windows display a panorama of water and sky. Loons sing faintly in the coming dusk and the light dims. A bed of down beckons in the adjoining bedroom. Quiet envelops the cabin, but for the creaking of the pines and the call of the loons off the lake.