That sounds incredibly fun. People spend so much money on grand vacations to the Bahamas and whatnot, but I'd much prefer going out into the woods with close friends/family and enjoying the solitude from the outside world.
I agree. I can't stand tropical vacations or packed resorts with cookie cutter rooms and pre-planned vacation itineraries. My dad loves hot places, and thinks that the ideal family vacation is to go someplace warm and luxurious with a pool and a beach and sun and lots of touristy activities, so when my mom was alive and we still took family vacations, that was all we ever did. That's why I loved going with my buddy and his dad and uncle. I love staying at that cabin.
Obviously my friend and I also go snowboarding when we're up there, but even that, to me, is a different experience than most would assume. I'm a good rider and can handle pretty much any trail at Stowe, but I rarely take the fast and exciting trails and virtually never venture into the park area to try my hand at jumps and rails. I consciously seek out the least ridden, most secluded, winding trails. The longer the run the better. So many of my friends love to go fast and rip down the mountain. I find that fun for about 2-3 rides out of the day. I like to find a winding trail where I'm unlikely to encounter many other people, put my head phones in and cruise at a medium speed, taking in the mountain and the forest.
Heading back to the cabin after a day on the mountain, eating some venison stew and having a couple of beers and sitting on the porch with a cigar or something is amazing. I also love the cold. Even being cold at night and having to sleep with a hat on kind of makes me feel content somehow, because I feel like I'm more alive when I'm somehow enduring an element that the normal comforts of home simply eliminate while we just take it for granted. I also love camping. When I was 21 we took a trip up to Lake George, which we'd done numerous times before because my mom's family used to have a summer house up there when she was a kid and it was nostalgic for her. We used to stay for like 18 days because she still knew a lot families up there and such. It was always boring for me because most of the families she visited were older folks who had been friends with her parents or whatnot so one year I convinced my dad to let me rent a campsite on one of the tiny islands in the middle of the lake for 5 nights while we were up there.
I packed all my camping stuff, filled a single cooler with basic food supplies, packed like 2 pairs of shorts, 1 pair of jeans, 3 pairs of socks and boxers, 4 t-shirts and a sweatshirt, a pack of matches and one bundle of firewood to get started with and left my cell phone and everything else but a journal and a couple of books at our hotel. I rented a canoe and spent 6 days and 5 nights just paddling around the lake, reading, writing, exploring other islands, climbing trees and rationing the hotdogs and bratwurst that I brought. It was incredible and when I packed up and went back to the hotel afterwards I was in a state of serious happiness and contentedness that's really difficult to replicate before I eventually started falling back into bad habits. I loved not having to even consider talking to anyone or caring what they thought for a few days and I got so many thoughts in order in my head and came up with so many good ideas about life and what's important. I've wanted to do it again every year since and I'd said it was something I was going to do every year right after I did it, but I haven't done it yet. School and work and hockey and girlfriend and what not have just always held me back. I still would love to make it an annual tradition. I imagine it's terrific for mental health.