A lot of people are surprised when I tell them I choose to spend my biggest annual vacation in the woods, like a penchant for clothing makes it impossible to enjoy the outdoors.
Those same people are even more surprised to hear my rustic getaway has no electricity and no running water. That means no "Law & Order", no shower, no light switches and here's the biggie: NO INTERNET.
My family owns 80 acres of coniferous forest in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, in the middle of which sits a log cabin (c. 1920), decked out in Victorian stained glass, field stones and 18 years worth of antique collecting. This is not roughing it; rather it's the chicest epitome of the word "resort" I can imagine.
Instead of showering we either bathe in our wood-burning sauna or dive into Lake Superior with shampoo and a bar of soap. Instead of switching off our brains for an L&O marathon we embroider and bead and instead of blogging we sip our fresh coffee on the lawn with a good book. The phone doesn't ring, we couldn't read an email if we wanted to and we wake up whenever our eyes happen to open. It's a serenity many city dwellers have likely never experienced.
In fact the only available cell signal is out by the lake, where last summer I interviewed The Sartorialist via phone, sitting at a picnic table, bikini-clad, Stella Artois in hand.
Sure, the locals wear a lot of fleece and other things from L.L. Bean, but stylish tourists tend to be inspired by the natural surroundings. My mom and I, for example, routinely bust out our leather goods and best turquoise jewelry--a sort of glam camouflage.
And so I'll be in paradise until Aug. 1. If you need me, well, leave a message.
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