One of my “if I ever won the lottery” dreams is to have a place to escape to that is not here.
Even though I am normally drawn to the ocean and the beach, my fantasy “not here” is woodsy and lakefront.
Although, when we travel, we can’t afford the luxurious resorts of the “rich and famous”, I must admit I am rather finicky about the places we stay.
But my hideaway would be rustic and log cabiny.
It would have a front porch with a hanging swing and of course rockers.
My dinner guests would be quiet and gentle souls.
Night times would be softly lit by moon glows and firefly lamps.
Oh by the way, my hideaway would not have mosquitoes, black flies, snakes or grizzly bears.
But indoor plumbing, air conditioning and a Whole Foods down the road a bit, well they are a must.
Hey, I won the lottery, right?