We have a cabin down the road from where we live. For a few years, when my Dad asked me if I wanted to camp out at the cabin, I have said no. Since we want to sell our cabin in Brainerd, I have changed my mind. I sleep on a futon. My Dad sleeps above me in a loft. I can’t wait until winter when there’s snow on the ground and we are going to sleep, it will be beautiful.