Victoria's cabin in Argyle New York is nothing short of her Airbnb description: charming, light filled, rustic, and off the grid. Thirty minutes outside of Saratoga Springs, I watched the frostbitten trees pass by through the window. We curved around snowy hillsides where horses stood atop. I could see their breath shoot out of their nostrils each time they huffed. Weren't they cold?
One last right turn, and we pulled into one of the two parking spots that had been plowed for us. Through the tree branches we could see smoke traveling out of a yurt. We peaked around the trees and found Victoria stacking up firewood. She welcomed us to her property and brought us a black snow sled with a rope to tow our bags to the cabin.
"The cabin smelled of kerosene lanterns and fresh cut wood."
We piled up our firewood, tossed our bags in, grabbed hold of our guitars, and trekked 100 yards back to our secluded cabin. Victoria gave us a thorough tour and made us feel right a home. Rustic was right. The cabin smelled of kerosene lanterns and fresh cut wood. With no running water, no electricity, and no cell phone service, it quickly dawned on us that we were in for a true barebones experience.
"I didn't expect it to have such a hold on us, but the orange glow was therapeutic and mesmerizing."