Mountain Cabin or Beach House?

Rob and I have often debated the question of whether we would rather have a cabin or a beach house. . .should we ever be able to afford either. And the answer I have come to is NEITHER. What I really want is a lake house. A cute, cottagy little house by a lake. Preferably with its own dock and maybe a boat house, since we now own a boat. In fact, when Rob bought our boat earlier this year I told him that I had not envisioned us owning a boat unless we owned a lake house. He didn't take the hint.





Over the weekend we got a taste of what it might be like to actually own a lake house. And while it wasn't ours, and it wasn't actually on the lake--so no private dock, it was pretty ideal. The setting was beautiful--wooded with a creek feet from the back deck, and it sported a large lot with a fire pit, and it was maybe half a mile from the public dock. It belonged to a friend of a friend and we've decided they are good people to know with perks like those. Actually, they are pretty great friends and we stayed with them for the weekend.


The idea was to take both our boats out, but ours was not quite ready for it's maiden voyage, so we decided to take a tutorial from them. We drove up Friday night and settled in. After dinner we surrounded the fire pit in the fading light and made s'mores.



We even had a run in with the s'mores monster. . .



And we managed to make it through with only one minor burn.




After a late night of cards and fun we slept with the windows open and the sound of the creek lulled us to sleep.






Then we rose early and packed up the boat to head to the lake. The girls killed time making stick arrows and trying to shoot them.


Vanessa even stopped to show them how it was done.

Merwin Lake is a breathtaking experience and having Brian to maneuver flawlessly down the boat ramp in like one minute flat, putting the other boaters to shame, only added to our enjoyment!

Then we were off and the girls took to the ice cold water like fish. . .with chattering teeth.

There's my little fish.

They even got me in the tube with the girls. Brrr.

And Brian showed us how to have a good time.

I would say it was a successful day. When we headed out to come home Signe pleaded for us to "Go back to the cavin. I want to live in that cavin. It is so beautiful!" Until she fell asleep. When we got home we decided to shower up and go out to eat. The girls picked Wendy's and while we were eating I wondered if Sig hadn't gotten a little overheated. She said the funniest things. First, when it was time for her to order she said, "I will take one of those," pointing at a coffee, "and some nuggets." When we told her no she, of course, asked for coke.

Then while we were eating she suddenly said, "There is a pool party in my stomach and the food is the people!" We all laughed and shortly after she burst out with, "I want to be a Red Box for Halloween!" Heat stroke? Probably not. She is just our crazy Sigbert.

So, which do you choose, cabin, beach house, or lake house?