The Lake Cabin in Alaska

Knowing that he could no longer outrun the rain, yet wanting to continue his adventure and not sit around in a hotel in town, John rented a lake cabin.

The cabin was a half-mile hike from the parking lot, which cut way down on the crowds. It also meant that without a backpack, he had to make two trips down the trail to bring in all his gear.

The cabin was luckily available for exactly the two days he needed it, partially because of the hike in, but also because it was the two slowest days of the week when the local shops shut down.

Because the local businesses were not open on Tuesday and Wednesday, the days he was there, he was unable to rent a canoe. But he could fish from the banks.

He had brought his rain jacket and fishing reel from home and had purchased a fishing license and some basic equipment – a rod and some tackle – upon arrival to Alaska. He was all set to fish in the rain!

The cabin was right on the lake, and it was adorable.

Unfortunately it did not have electricity or running water. But so cute!

The cabin was cute inside too.

Even the outhouse was cute. But not something I would want to try to find in the middle of the night in the rain.

John and I were thinking if that had been our cabin, we would buy a couple of solar panels, an inverter and bank of batteries, string a few wires, and we’d be all set. Actually I’d want a composting toilet installed too. That’s us, always looking to improve on our living arrangements.

The weather wasn’t too bad on Tuesday afternoon when he arrived.

But it rained all day Wednesday.

In the morning he fished in the rain.

By afternoon the rain was harder and he retreated into the cabin.

Apparently they got a record amount of rain for that day.

Ugh, mud.

The next morning he wrote, “I’m out of the cabin now and driving towards Anchorage. It’s still raining and everything is soggy mess. That’s why I live in the desert. 😀”

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