The Cabin is the smallest of the three houses and might be the campiest. It sits back from the road under the trees, with a green metal roof and a wood-burning stove pipe running up the outside wall. Outside there’s a deck with a big picnic table, a grill, and a fire pit — plenty of room for cooking out and gathering around the fire after.
Inside, the living room is all knotty pine, with a pair of couches facing the wood-burning stove and a TV mounted above the mantel — plus a stash of games and DVDs for whenever the weather doesn’t cooperate. The kitchen and dining table sit just off to the side, and a wooden ladder climbs up to the loft from right in the middle of the room.
It sleeps eight, tucked into a full room, a bunk room, and the loft up top under the eaves — reached by a ladder that’s part staircase, and better suited to older kids and grown-ups than to little ones. Everybody picks their favorite spot the first night and settles in. One bathroom keeps mornings simple: first up, first in Step out onto the deck and you can spot the Lodge across the yard and the lake through the trees — same camp, different house.
Like the rest of camp, it shares the beach, the dock, and the fleet of kayaks, paddle boards, and paddle boat with the Lodge and the Lake House — same bay, same lake, same easy rhythm.





That last one’s the view from the Cabin’s own deck — that’s the Lodge you can see across the way.




Also at camp: the Lodge and the Lake House.