Huffman's Cabin-Personal Narrative

In the middle of nowhere, clear back on a dead end road in a tiny town called Outing, there is a cabin. It is in Minnesota. When you picture a cabin in your head you think of a log cabin built entirely of wood that has a big fireplace in the living room and deer heads hanging on the walls. This cabin was different. It was a small, run down white house that my family has called “the cabin,” way before I was born. It had a small fireplace in the living room that I have never seen be used and dead, stuffed fish on plaques hanging on the wall from years ago. It had two garages that were joined together with a door like an adjoining hotel room, but they were both detached from the house. Down the street from the cabin there is a liquor and grocery store, a post office, a gas station, and a small shop called Owls and Things. Owls and Things is a souvenir shop, but they sell ice cream as well. Every day we were at the cabin our family would walk down the street and get ice cream. It was by far the most favorite part of the day, not only because I love ice cream, but because I loved looking through the glass at all of the different ice cream flavor choices and pondering about which flavor I was going to pick that day. When I was younger it just seemed so magical and exciting for me to go and get that ice cream.

We stood outside a large dark log cabin, the Pioneer Hall, on Disney’s Fort Wilderness property in Orlando Florida, which had a square porch and a log railing that contained a wooden rocking chair. This environment was one of the few places down south that made me feel like I was back in Pennsylvania, with the forest floor visible, the great, tall trees, and the country feeling that was given off from the surroundings. When 4:30 pm finally rolled around, a blonde lady in a greenish plaid long skirt, brown cowboy boots, and white blouse came out and rang the dinner bell of the restaurant, justly named the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue, due to its hillbilly appearance.

I don’t remember the exact date but I remember that the year was either 2008 or 2009 and I was around eight or nine years old. I skipped school that day so I could go hunting with my dad, and so I got to skip school. At that time my dad was part of a hunting club and he was allowed to bring me with him.

The first day was pretty great. There was many cabins. Six of my friends and I decided to stay in a cabin called “willow.” The cabin had bunk beds and it had a bathroom and shower which was great because my friends and I wouldn’t have to share bathrooms and shower with all of the people. At the introduction they were telling me about the rules of the camp and our expectations. Then we ate lunch and I liked the food there it was really good. Then the real fun began. My friends and I went swimming. When I was standing on the edge of the bridge one of my friends pushed me. I got him back by doing it to him too. Then my friend and I went canoeing and we were doing really great at not tipping over but then we did tip over and we all fell in. It

“Katie, just shush I’ve listened you talk about him for the past five minutes,” Mariah exclaims.

How would your like to go to a creepy old cabin? Well you want to find out what happens to these three friends that plan to be out at this old cabin for three days continue reading. So there were three kids the oldest 15 by the name on Charlie. The second one by the name of Mary she was 13. The youngest, 13, his name was Miles. They we're all quite close friends.

"Are we there yet?" Lillian was so excited. She loved going to the family cabin. Every summer for the past five years Alex and, her little sister, Lillian have gone to the cabin. They stay for a month just to have some time away from the city. " No, we have about two or three more miles to go." Alex, 19, was tall, paler than the moon, dark brown hair, bright emerald green eyes, a smile that was radiant and smarter than most of the teachers at her college. Lilly, 9, was short even for her age, soft carmal color skin, light blond hair, sky blue eyes and a laugh that was contagious. there were very few things they had incommon, their love for the out doors, their love for animals and their love for swimming.

It was a cold, dark October evening as a hunting junky named Frank sets out on his journey to his cabin in the great Rocky Mountains. He is wanting to bag a Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep to bring home along with bragging rights. As Frank is walking down the trail to get the his cabin he doesn't notice anything out of the usual. He can't help but think of how beautiful and peaceful it is out in the wilderness: the changing leaves, the faint smell of a distant fire as it warms up a quaint little house, and the crunch of dead twigs under his feet. After his long journey he sees his cabin up ahead in a grove of trees. Frank finally gets to his front door, unlocks it, and walks in. His home away from home he thought as

Disturbia is a great adaptation of Hitchcock’s Rear Window. By using the same techniques as Hitchcock the director creates a tremendous suspense. Even though women are more empowered nowadays, he still knows how to force the Male Gaze upon our unconsciousness. Nevertheless, thanks to Mulvey’s essay we are able to deconstruct these patriarchal codes.

My mother and I visit Yellowstone National Park at least five times each and every year. My favorite entrance, up the Beartooth Pass, opened the Friday before Memorial Day. We traveled up the winding road, over the beautiful mountain pass, and then descended into the lush valley below. It was approaching the lunch hour and we decided to stop at the Log Cabin Café in Silvergate, MT, just outside the North Eastern Entrance of the park. We dined at The Log Cabin Cafe the year before during breakfast and greatly enjoyed their signature pumpkin bread that was, as they say, "made with organic pumpkin and served with Montana clover honey." It was absolutely delicious! We were hoping that our experience with their lunch menu would exceed our expectations as it had before during breakfast, but this was not the case.

When you imagine getting away from life and things in it, you want to imagine someplace quiet like a cabin where you can gather yourself together. You can drive out to a small town like Pine Top to see what small art gathering they have going on and to interact with down to earth people. Giving yourself a challenge by working your body with hiking one of the canyons in the area whether it be a steep climb or a slow decent and rise. If you don’t feel like doing much you can read a book or two in a comfortable chair without worry of needing to go to a job or have the temptation to hop onto the internet. My cabin up north allows me to wash away my anxieties from the city life with activities like small gatherings, hiking, and reading

Jerry was a stranger in his own home. The cabin felt foreign to him as he lay there, his stomach in knots and his heart beating unsteadily. He couldn't formulate any semblance of a rational thought, his mind turning to all those lines of cocaine he'd done earlier. He wanted it again. He itched for it. He wanted so badly to just lose himself again, to make the pain go away. But, he was immobilized. It wasn't that he couldn't move. It was that every movement felt like trudging through quicksand. Even just the simple act of rubbing his beard, a nervous tic that usually came while writing, felt almost impossible.

I fell to the tearing of the hull. And no one said anything. We stare that the coughed up ice from the ocean. They stare at the captain, we only saw his lips move, shaking if you squinted your eyes hard enough to meet them with the same straight gilded face. The workers went back to work.

Thus, these uncongenial environs hold his soul in the calloused embrace of their own picture. Their loquacious lips, moreover, decry his dream of the end that shall sentence their lost intimate figures. This friend, however, arrives; and the

We just bought a new cabin 3 weeks ago, and this place is awesome! It's over by waulkon and right next to a campground, It is an awesome place to hangout. At first I didn't think it would be that cool, cause our old cabin was kinda boring, But this place! I mean wow it has a HUGE pool outside right off the deck and inside the house there is a HotTub Its awesome we even have a pool table. I'm excited to go and hangout there more and take some friends along too.