My family has a log cabin in the mountains of northwestern Pennsylvania. We’ve been spending time in the area since 1992, when my parents bought a piece of land that had a bright orange trailer sitting on it. That trailer has since been torn down, and replaced with a beautiful log cabin that my dad built himself, now known as Camp Maxwell House.
Even though it’s a bit of a haul from where we live now, Sean, friends, and I try to make it a point to spend a long weekend at camp every few months or so. We usually spend the time playing cards, drinking beer, and going for walks in the woods: in sum, just spending time together. I have such wonderful memories of all the time spent there while growing up; It makes me so happy that Sean and our friends enjoy spending time there now, too.
One of the best things about spending time at camp is that it forces you to unplug. We do have a landline phone, for safety reasons, but no internet. Cell service is spotty, at best, so it’s wise to just shut your phone off. You get to really disconnect from daily life, and just enjoy your surroundings and spending time with family and friends.
You can expect to see multiple travel posts about our visits to camp, but here’s something to get you started. The snowy photos were taken in January, and the black and white ones were taken over a year ago.
My dad likes to fill this feeder up with corn for the deer, black bears, and the other animals that come into the back yard.Assorted antlers, either found in the woods or from deer that he or I have harvested.The fresh snow was clinging to everything in the woods so perfectly when we were there last.Fresh snow on logs that had fallen across the creek.