it was the anniversary of year two. We didn’t have any plans, and hardly any money. But we dreamed of having a cabin one day. So on a Thursday at work, I googled cabins for rent – CHEAP cabins for rent.
The most affordable one I could find was at Panguitch Lake. But it was only available for one night. I didn’t know where Panguitch lake was. But a night in a cabin at the lake sounded awfully romantic.
Panguitch Lake, it turns out, was like a six hour drive into the Utah desert. And the cabin was a one room little thing about the size of my current bedroom. And the lake was almost dry because it had been a long hot summer. The owner of the cabin lived up the road, and his entire house was decorated with imported Chinese antiques. The only attraction was a local mercantile that sold crack-up bumper stickers and worms in yogurt containers.
The weekend was short (one night, remember?), and honestly perhaps a little boring, but memorable because now when I drive through Panguitch on my way to Kanab on my way to Phoenix, I can remember our weekend when we were young and impetuous and took random road trips . . .