A Day At the Cachara Cabin

  The next day, we hopped in the car and drove the 2 or so hours to Cachara (pronounced Ka-churra) a teeny, tiny, quaint, little mountain town.

  Our Fercho friends have a family cabin up there, and they wanted to go check on it before everyone arrives this week for a HUGE 4th of July get together.  Apparently when they got all that snow in May, it melted so fast it caused some water damage in the house.

  Chucara Valley is a town of all cabins, and this quaint little dirt main street with cute stores and restaurants, Inns and B&B's.  They have tons of cabins for rent in the surrounding mountains!

     You guys, its totally a step back in time. You could smell the mountain air, hear the nearby stream, as we sat to have lunch at the famous Dog Bar Cafe, and you could feel the hustle of the real world, just melt off your back.  

  Seriously.  After an afternoon spent there, it was hard to want to "re-enter reality", even if our reality isn't that stressful! :)

  We walked into town, explored the area, went for a scenic drive and the kids played and played and played.


  They explored all the nooks and crannies of the cabin with it's 2 attic rooms and balcony above tall pitched tongue and grove ceilings. They sat and talked out on the porch swing, went looking for bears and just ran around laughing and calling to each other, as children do.

  It was hard to want to leave, but alas, it was getting late and we had a 2 hour drive back.  

 Someday you guys, SOMEDAY, I will have a little cabin tucked up in the mountains with a stream in my backyard.  Someday.

​Hugs, T