Well, not really. This cabin in the woods has all the basics (electricity, running hot and cold water, indoor plumbing, etc), as well as all the kitchen stuff one could want or need, cable, broadband Internet, a private hot tub, etc. What makes it worth the nine hour drive to get here is the river flowing by right off the deck, the trees (probably 3rd or even 4th growth) crowding around that deck, the nicely manicured grounds, the chickens cock-a-doodle-doodling, the garden from which one picks one’s lettuce for the dinner salad, and the ducks and geese and their little pond. This little bit of paradise is rather a perfect antidote for suburban life in a big (sorry, Sacramento, not major) city.
And what does one do for a week in such an idyllic setting? One reads, of course! This week’s stack of books is almost all class-related, but it is still reading. And one marvels at how differently the light acts upon these trees, and why the river water is peridot green (rather than brown), and how it can be this verdant anywhere in water-starved California without an immense irrigation system. The weather forecast for the week - rain five of the six days. Perfect reading weather!