My father was an alqonquin area guide in his youth (late 50s) . It’s how he met my mother when her parent hired him to take them into the bush for a couple weeks. As a kid growing up we had a cottage, and would camp a lot. Me, I love the bush. One of the best times in my life was taking a bush plane due north out of Wawa, landing on a lake, and not seeing another human being for a week.
Many years later I moved out of the city myself, now live in “cottage country”. Where rush hour is two horses passing my house at 5pm. Love that I can see stars at night, and can hear apin drop at all hours, smell lilacs and much more vs the smells in the city, vs traffic, sirens etc and so on.
A lot of my friends, family, former colleagues are still trapped in the rat race. Nor do they understand why they say “I need to escape for a weekend/week”. Until I point out that’s an odd word to use “escape”..
cottage vs RV/Trailer, vs camping vs weekend rental at al. I’ve done it all
hands down the freedom to explore. See different places. Aside from the work having a second home brings. Your locked in that one spot.