That's fantastic, all of it.
It became a place where the men in the family would go for different hunting seasons. You drive on a dirt road a couple miles off the main road just to reach the cabin. A truly magical place. My grandpa passed earlier this year. He left such a great part of him here.
You were really lucky, very few children have an experience like that (as I mentioned, my Grandpa was a drunk and my dad was never around, hardly knew him he worked so much, and didn't care much for me). Congrats.
I can relate to that too well. My father remarried when i was like 2 years old. Had a few good years with him as a kid but watched him start to drink his time away. Slaved away in factory/machinery work for 30 years. Spent most of my teen years not knowing him.
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