Cabin time

When it comes to mountain or forest accommodation in winter, a cabin is just about perfect. I’ve slept (or not slept – that wood stove needs regular tending) in a yurt, and enjoyed pleasant tent slumbers in rainforests (winter-adjacent rainforest camping isn’t so cold, but a bit damp) but nothing beats the comfort of a cabin. (I can hear one brother spitting coffee on his keyboard at the use of “comfort” and “cabin” in the same sentence. It was many years ago, I still choose to believe he had a good time, not that he’ll admit it, and anyway, of course he wasn’t going to get a great night’s sleep if he spent all his time throwing shoes at a mouse. The mouse was fine, if you were wondering…)

I did once construct a quinzee just for fun, after a heavy snowfall in Yoho, but did I sleep in it? No chance – I knew the builder – and besides, I built it in the backyard of the cabin we were staying in at the time. Cabin or quinzee? No contest!

To describe the place we called home for a few nights during our recent trip (to the Blaeberry Valley, BC) as simply a cabin seems a bit of an understatement. It was a mountain palace, and no complaints about that from this travel weary (travel weary? – it was only three hours from home! Mrs. PC) princess, happy to arrive, unsaddle and stable the horses, after brushing the road dust, er, I mean snow, from his clothes. Or something.

I’ve included a few photographs taken in and around the “cabin” to share some idea of what splendid accommodation it was. It did snow plenty while we were there, so was I tempted to try and make another quinzee? Nope! Too comfortable, and I was far too busy trying to figure out the fancy coffee machine. Like I said, not the usual cabin, and that was absolutely fine by us.

This week’s post was sponsored by overuse of the word quinzee. Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!