Our summer vacation cabin, where we spent every summer, had wooden front steps and two narrow glass doors that opend inwards. the living room was large and contained a small telivision that sat on a glass stand. Infront of the television was a couch and lounge chair that didnt match. They smelled of old perfume and dust. Pictures of seagulls and lighthouses hung furmly against the wall. the showcase was filled with deritive plates, and trinkets. As I explored the property, I found myself in a fairy tale like wood, that emediatly woke my inner child. estled along the hillside, the cabin was surrounded by lush green gardens, and matured trees, covered in fuzzy black bumblebees. a freshely painted wooden deck wrapped halfway around the cabin, and on it, sat a large hot tube that overlooked the ocean. If you peered over the deck you towards the ocean, you would see a large rock formation in the shape of a whale’s head, ideal for sunbathing. Infront of the rock, lay piles of driftwood, washed down from the river that flowed beneath the highway. he beach was dark and ashy from campfires, which made the sun bleached drifwood and sea shells come to life. Picking up seashells to make artefacts to pass the time is a great hobby. thick fog rolled in patches as the sun brurned through it. Orange and purple starfish washed to shore. Colourful polished stones fonneld out from a creek, and fresh water flowed sideways through the sand. People played with their dogs, children built sand castles while others took pictures ext to the beach was a hiking trail; lined with unripe rasberries, ferns and the most beautiful purple wild flowers, I’d ever seen. At the end of the trail stood three large diameter drainage tunnels were mostly used as a short cut to the beach, instead of crossing the busy high way. To spend a summer here is as close that you get to paradise. A hiker-; beacher-; sufer-; forest fanalicals dream. Time to do deversed things – time seems to stand still every summer.