Cabin Fever Redefined
posted by: Amber Johnson
I am writing this as part of my recovery. At least this is what my pseudo-therapist-husband prescribed.
To preface this confession, my disclaimer is that I have never been one to be caught up in the material world of lavish houses, clothing and cars. I loathe the haughtiness of country clubs and abhor shopping anywhere except for R.E.I., Super Target and Costco (the latter of which is only during “sample” hours. Because evidentally I am also a big fan of freebies).
Most of our discretionary income goes towards travel, travel, travel. And muzzles for the children.
So, here’s the deal. I am obsessed with The Granddaddy Purchase of them all: a cabin in Breckenridge. Last summer, I even had a checklist detailing the reasons why this is my ideal location.
Gorgeous mountains: check
Nearby lake: check
Close proximity to Denver: check
Extensive network of hiking trails and paved bikepaths: check
Cool resort town: check
I excitedly shared my list with Jamie and elucidated that everything was in place. Until my bubble was burst: âSure, Amber. Everything except for the financing.â?
Oh, yeah. That minor detail.
As with most addictions, I started out as a casual user. I would glance at the listings posted outside the real estate offices on Main Street. Then it turned to flyers, which evolved into Mountain Homes Illustrated. I currently have in my possession every single flyer, pamphlet and booklet on the area.
After a recent trip to Breck, I was slowly weaning myself off the real estate sites until I found this listing.
Authentic naturally hewn custom log home with stunning mountain views. Close to trails and the wilderness, high alpine getaway at its best. Birds of prey are your neighbors. Hot tub deck and porch are magnificent. Triple log cathedral ceiling, Douglas fir and ponderosa pine log construction, custom granite counters, different custom wood flooring themes throughout home.
The only problem? The “F” word again.
But then I found a listing that we could maybe possibly afford if we gave up all our discretionary income, television and Internet subscriptions. Oh yeah, and our current mortgage.
The glowing description of this place?
“Close to the bus route.”
I guess I’ll just keep dreaming.
So, let’s hear it: where is your ultimate location for a dream cabin?