high in the okanogan
I heard a speaker talk about life after fifty—health problems, ageism at work, divorce, declining parents and more can manifest at that time. His advice: accept the reality of middle-age and then make sure you secure happiness in your life.
In discussing this with Michael, I posed the question: If we could do whatever we wanted and live wherever we wanted, what place would make us happy? We both answered—a rural location.
We bought a second home in the Okanogan Highlands—in the remotest corner of Washington state. Surrounded by national forest on two sides, our log house has an all-year creek, the sweetest air and the starriest night skies.
Life at the Cabin means: goofy clothes, wildlife sightings, bonfires, lake swims, snowshoeing, walks to a nearby ghost town, tractor rides, board games, bird books, and lots of fun projects.
I have pieced some favorite quilt tops on a vintage Pfaff machine while there. Michael, on the other hand, has kept busy building an authentic covered wooden bridge and a new access road.
The Cabin is an inspiration and an important part of our family life.