She was actually relieved when they finally arrived at the cabin. It wasn't as skeletal as she was expecting and it was strange how the windows were just open squares with bug mesh over the windows, with shutters for covers. Unloading the truck went smoothly. The inner of the cabin had counter space enough, in the kitchen/living area, a small bedroom off to the left as you entered the door. There was no running water, just a hand pump out side. The small generator only ran the small refrigerator that sat below the counter next to a 5 gallon bucket that sat below the kitchen sink wells to catch any used liquid.
She was ok with having to cook outside in the firepit and if they needed they had brought along some camp stoves and cilindars, but those were to be used only if there was no way to cook otherwise. The extended large porch contained a wood table with attached benches, like you would see in a county park. The other side a swing. It almost felt like she was in hill-billy hell, but she said nothing of the sort. Of all the things, the one thing that creeped her out the most was the outhouse.
The privy was set off close to the woods. That in its self was creepy enough. But an Outhouse?!? If she had to go at night, she would hold it!
When he called her to the couch, or sad stand in of a couch, she crossed her arms over her chest and kicked his foot lightly. Nodding toward the lake she smiled. I don't have time to sit yet, you nerd. Nodding toward the lake she smiled. You going to go catch us some supper while I put some of this... she looked around... stuff, away? Not to mention straightening up, sweeping of the nasty cobwebs and cleaning that needed doing.