In Situ At the Lake
My attempt to relocate to downtown Portland failed, miserably without remorse.
Cloistered down in the fairy cave, doing my nails in dark pink, I contrived a plan to remain in situ at the lake while effecting home improvement projects.
I could be here for another two years, which is my estimate for completing the projects on my “must get it done” list. It’s also accurate to say, “I may be here infinitely,” which is acceptable too. Monthly midweek stays overnight downtown could provide a reasonable fix until conditions are suitable for a subsequent attempt at relocation.
Maintaining my level of health, resiliency, and lifestyle while encamped at the lake means I must keep my expectations for any desired outcome grounded in reality.
I avoid the entertaining of desires that don’t contribute to my ability to thrive. Why engage in any activity or pursuit that doesn’t support a healthy lifestyle? Continuously discovering the means and methods to enhance my life’s quality plays a pivotal role in generating the momentum required to sustain my excitement of living a purposeful life.
In Medias Res
Though my relocation plans for a return to Portland failed to materialize,
I am grateful for where I live in the woods at the lake, appreciating the serenity and beauty of country living surrounded by the Clatsop State Forest.
Deer roam freely throughout the small lake community that I call home. I’ve had two deer families birthed behind my cabin, and they continue to drop by to let me know they’re thriving.
Remote rural living requires an attitude adjustment, as it’s a 35-minute drive to the grocery store in Clatskanie. City conveniences like high-speed cable Internet service, cell phone coverage, and urgent care clinics do not exist this far out. The Mist-Birkenfeld Rural Fire Protection District’s main station is about five miles from the lake, providing emergency medical and transport services. We’ve got DSL Internet—when CenturyLink is in a benevolent mood. It’s been a theory of mine, amusingly, that when a bovine decides to rub its butt on a barbed wire fence, CenturyLink service goes dark. Despite the occasional DSL and power outages occurring in this rural area, more so during the winter months, UPS and FedEx deliver to the lake community; hence, most of my shopping is done online, such as my entire fall wardrobe, footwear collection, and accessories.
I shop at a vintage Safeway store in Clatskanie out of desperation; otherwise, I make the 90-minute trek into Beaverton, where I used to live, to shop at Whole Foods and Costco. There’s a Costco and a Natural Grocers in Warrenton outside Astoria, but that’s a 75-minute drive. I’d rather drive the extra minutes to head into Beaverton, plus I like to reconnect with old haunts of mine. I plan
beforehand to group my appointments and errands on the same day, making a day of fun amidst the general population. By the end of the day, however, I’m eager to return to the lake. I admit being conflicted about living out in the sticks versus downtown, but fall and winter are coming, and there’s work to be done around the cabin and property.
If you enjoy living in the country, hiking, fishing, and communing with Gaia, this is the place to be, but be prepared to leave behind your city mindset. At least half of the property owners at the lake don’t live here full time, a few bring city tension with them when they visit their vacation homes. Our little lake road has a posted speed limit of 10 mph, which many drivers ignore without shame. After Labor Day comes and goes, the lake returns to the full-timers with less traffic, noise, and tension. The deer families that visit me appreciate it too.
I love to cook and bake, especially during the fall and winter months. Thinking I’d be relocated back to Portland, I didn’t arrange for seasoned firewood to be delivered, so the woodstove will sit idle. I have about a quarter of a cord of leftover wood from last year for power outages; thus, the electric bills will increase accordingly. Cooking and baking help keep the kitchen warm and is my sanctuary when it’s cold in the lodge part of the cabin. I bought three electric heating stoves and hope they’ll be enough to keep my guests and me warm. Winters at the lake can challenge the spirit, but it builds character, keeping you vigilant. We cabin fairies 🧚♀️ will survive!
In Situ At the Lake