Whenever my husband says, “Go with me on this journey,” I usually gird my loins to prepare for one of his
stupid totally awesome plans.
This time the journey was to buy a plot of land in the woods, build a cabin on it and then rent it out most of the year so it will just pay for itself.
I was actually more on board with this than the last brilliant idea, which was to sell our house, buy some land and build our dream home. Great on the surface, but the truth is, we’d end up living in my parents’ basement for a year while The Hubs figured out how to build a house. From scratch. For the first time.
So you can see how a cabin in the woods would seem like a much better idea. At least I wouldn’t have to live in that mess while it’s being done. This girl does not do honey buckets, and requires electricity and water just to be content. Call me high maintenance, but I really like showers and power for my Keurig (okay that Keurig part sounds high maintenance).
Seeing that I didn’t say no right away, The Hubs seized the moment and whisked the whole family away one rainy morning to check out possible plots for our wooded kingdom.
The first one up for sale was adjacent to the downtown area of the region. It’s less of a downtown and more of a stoplight with a gas station. As we meandered through the side streets looking for the land, I noticed many double wides and could hear the dulcet tones of banjos in the background. This was not the wooded retreat I was seeking. It was the dark side of going out to the country. I have no interest in meth labs or squealing like a pig.
The road to the second piece of land was much more promising. There were trees, little log cabins, and instead of banjos, I heard cicadas. Now that’s more like it.
We followed the road, or dirt path covered in gravel, indicated by a prominently placed “For Sale” sign. It was lovely. Flanked by trees, the sun peeked through the leaves revealing a bucolic landscape. There was a stationary derrick, but as my husband pointed out, that would mean the property came with mineral rights and we might not have to pay for gas.
It was getting better and better. I like free gas. (Insert your own gratuitous flatulence joke here)
We came to the end of the path, and decided to hike around the property to see what it offered. Other than a plethora of trees, there were creeks, clearings perfect for lazy deer to visit, and… 10-foot tall barrels with a metal ladder leading to them. I really don’t know what was being stored there, but it was the only thing wrong with the property.
High on the knowledge that we would be starting a new journey to get all Little House in the Big Woods, we piled into our minivan, ready to take a victory hike to the local caves.
We were ready to leave, but our van was not. In making a u-turn to head back down the gravel path, the little grocery-getter became stuck in the mud.
No one panics, because, hey, it’s just a little mishap. We tried pushing the car, rocking it back and forth, and putting sticks behind the wheels in a vain attempt to get just an inch of traction. The van would shift slightly, and then stop.
Nothing worked. Still, no panic. But, then I heard it.
“I have to go potty.”
Now, I panicked. My daughter had to pee. If it were my son, I wouldn’t have cared, because boys have the natural equipment to pee in the woods. We women, hearty as we may be, do not.
I could not ask her to squat and pee, because I knew that would mean she would pee all over her clothes. She’s 5, and as coordinated as I am. Then, there was a second complication. I had to pee too.
There was no way I would squat either. It was shark week and I did not need to be covered in my own blood as well as my own urine. I could just see my stench attracting every bear and wolf in a 10-mile radius.
Being ever-so-resourceful, I decided to use the ladder attached to the barrels, thinking we could sit on a step and use it like a toilet seat. Smart, right?
I placed a paper towel on the step and had my daughter sit down. Her pee went flying everywhere, but thankfully not on her pants. I helped her clean up and peed on our toilet step too. Since it was shark week, I left a special something behind on the paper towel. Of course, my daughter wanted to know all about that.
“Mommy! Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. When a woman’s body is ready to have a baby, and a baby doesn’t appear, then the body gets rid of the baby material.”
“Hey, Daddy! Guess what? This stuff is just because Mommy had me. It’s OK.”
Oh, Lord. Yes, please tell everyone and show them what I have going on in my lady land.
We cleaned up, and then got back to the task at hand. I raked all the mud I could from behind the wheels, while my husband gathered more rocks, twigs, and grass to put behind the wheels.
But it wasn’t enough. We were now faced with waiting for a truck to come find us in the wilderness and tow our sorry minivan out. Thank goodness my husband came up with an idea to gather up all the rocks we could find and use them as traction to drive out of hell.
Muddy, tired, and angry at nature, we were free! Oh, sweet freedom!
Later, we discovered that the land we were on was not actually the plot we wanted to buy. Apparently, the one we were looking at was across the street. It explains the gunfire we heard and ATV tracks we saw.
Yup. All that. For nothing. Well, not nothing. It made for a great story that we’ll remember for a very long time. I guess family bonding is not a terrible consolation prize.
13 responses to “Stopping by Woods on a Muddy Afternoon”
Shark week. What a great name for it. I may have to adopt that one.
Feel free. It’s a great, descriptive term.
My boyfriend and I got stuck in the mud on our second date. We ended up sleeping in the truck until morning when his friends could come pull us out. 🙂 Always makes for a great story. And now your daughter learned about nature in San actual nature setting…how cool is that?! Lol!
That is a date that will never be topped!
And I guess there is a certain something to having the mysteries of womanhood unveiled in a really old school way.
Bwhahaha! Gotta love when your kids make “announcements”! This was a great post! You tell a very vivid and entertaining story!
Thanks for hooking up with #BlogDiggity this week! Hope to see you again next Sunday!
Thanks! Yeah, my kids sure know how to make things interesting!
I need a shower after reading this! Shark week, haha. Your husband (and you) are ambitious. You’re making me feel bad about those shelves I still haven’t hung in the baby’s room, a baby who’s now 4!
We just have ridiculous ideas and we don’t know when to say no. Shelves would be a better idea!
I’m a little bit slow lately and I had to read it twice before I got Shark Week. Too funny! … now that I get it.
I remember clearly trying to teach son#1 how to pee outside. I can’t imagine with a little girl 🙂 Full points to you!!
I’m so with you on the running water and electricity. I always say that “roughing it” is a hotel that doesn’t have room service! And I’m not a big fan of the woods. There’s so much…nature out there.
Seriously. I’m still itchy from all the mosquito bites!
So many thoughts. 1) Shark Week. I have never heard of that. I’m in. 2) I also require electricity and water just to be content. 3) You are a better wife than I am. 4) I adore the Frost references. ADORE.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is hands-down my favorite poem. I used to say it to myself on especially arduous days in college.