So who’s heading out for a summer getaway?!
Maybe some folks took off last year without missing a beat for their customary cottage, cabin or camping spot as protocol allowed. But others may only now be taking the pin out of their 2020 summertime plans.
I’ve stayed pretty close to home so far – but this is what I consider my summer getaway spot that awaits me up in Pinecrest, California:
It’s my summer cabin!
Well, it’s my summer tent cabin.
And – you know – technically, it’s only my cabin for one week a summer but darn it, I still think it counts!
Do I sound a little defensive..? That may be because I was reading the memoirs of a cousin of my Grandpa K’s (John Ilmari Kolehmainen – a good Finnish name!) and he wrote with such fondness about his family’s Minnesota summer home on Salo Lake (another good Finnish name!).
It kinda made me wish (again…) that I’d grown up with a place my own family went back to year after year.
Not that I was deprived! It’s just I was born and raised under more of a wandering summer star. Our family traveled around to different places every summer – and I have lots of sweet, sweet memories of trips across our country and eventually throughout the world!
And in fairness, while we had no summer home in the neck of some particular woods, there were places that became traditional summertime destinations even so. Like we made the trek every summer for decades to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland for a slate of great plays, and a mess of decadent dinners which we liked to think were entirely walked off by the strolls we took around beautiful Lithia Park!
While we didn’t have a summer home of our own there, we often booked the very same room at a local motel and it sort of came to feel like home! “Our” room had a nice little porch where we could hang out, enjoy a Happy Hour cocktail or snack of choice and gaze out across the valley, admiring its summertime color palette of greens and golds.
After a number of years, our lovely view got rudely obscured by a hotel that went up across the street. But we made lemonade by making that establishment our Shakespearean summer place! After many more years of happy visits, Dad chose it as the spot where he most wanted the family to meet up to celebrate his 80th birthday – and celebrate we did!
I feel so blessed to be able to savor the memory of lots of summertime getaways – even if they aren’t tethered to just one place. And who knows? Time will tell, but “my” cabin at Pinecrest may end up being pretty darn close to a summer place of my own!
In the meantime (and after a most trying year…), I’ll wish for everyone to find or to rediscover their own summer place – whatever and wherever it may be! A peaceful kind of place where the food and drinks seem just a little tastier. Where it’s not windy but breezy. Where the sunlight plays on the water in a wonderfully hypnotic way. And where the conversations are especially sparkling and the silences especially golden.
Cheers and good wishes!