#canadian cabin

[payetasoiree]

Rustic Bathroom - Sauna Large mountain style gray tile and pebble tile light wood floor, beige floor, wood ceiling and wood wall sauna photo

[cerberus-and-sadism]

Sauna - Bathroom Large sauna with a mountain-style light wood floor, beige floor, wood ceiling, and wood walls.

[sheeps-eye]

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[huariqueje]

Blue Rain - Matthew Wong, 2018.

Canadian , b. 1984-

Oil on canvas , 72 x 48 in.

[pangeen]

" Canadian Rockies " // © Ryan Resatka

[aurantiumred]

my boyfriend just described wills accent as "sounding like cornbread and butter" like the real cornbread from the south, like the GOOD stuffs, and i fear no one else has ever been more correct.

[ecoharbor]

📍Canadian Rockies, Canada 🇨🇦

[kristannafever]

Mountain Man - Eight

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2750

Collab with @lukin08

Chapter Index

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“My head hurts.” Anna’s muffled voice came from somewhere under the covers.

“Mine too,” Kristoff muttered, keeping his eyes shut to the light coming in from the window.  While he had half a mind to disappear under his blankets with Anna, he worried that would be too presumptions despite what happened between them the night before. 

“I have painkillers in the first Aid kit in my plane,” she muttered.

“And you don’t want to go get them?”

“Hell no.”

Kristoff smiled and steadied himself to move.  He got up slowly, wincing as his head pounded and the room spun around.  While he had some pain killers in his own first aid kit, he rarely took them and they were a decade old.  Likely not as effective anymore, and if her head hurt as much as his, they would need all the help they could get.

“You’re going to get it for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh my god you are the best.”

Kristoff shook his head, smiling wider and took to his feet slowly.  He dressed in his coat and boots and opened the door.  The snow was somehow still falling.  He breathed in the cold mountain air deep into his lungs, instantly making him feel a touch better and clearing his head a little.

He trudged through the deep snow to where Anna’s plane was and retrieved her first aid kit.  He brought back in the cabin and poured them both a glass of water from what was left in the cold kettle before shaking the pills into his hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Anna to slowly emerge from the covers.  She did so with her eyes pinched shut, wincing as she sat up. 

“Here.” He offered her the cup and his open palm.

She took the pills and the water with shaky hands and popped them in her mouth, draining the cup with a greedy gulp.  She handed the cup back to Kristoff and laid back down.

He took his own pills and set the empty cups on the floor and crawled back in beside her.  No sooner was he settled on his back and Anna was curling up to him, throwing her hand over his stomach and nestling her head on his shoulder.  He could feel her breath on his neck and he suppressed a delighted moan. 

“As shitty as I feel right now, that was a lot of fun last night,” she said.

He could hear the smile on her voice.  “It was,” he mused, thinking about just how much fun it was.  He hadn’t laughed so much in his entire life.  His smile faded to remember that the storm wasn’t going to last forever and Anna would be leaving soon. 

“Hey Anna?” he started before he knew what he was doing.

“Hmmm?” 

He panicked.  What was he about to say anyway?  Was he actually going to tell her that last night was the most fun he had ever had in his entire life?  Was he going to admit that he never wanted the storm to end?  That he wanted her to stay there with him forever.  Was he going to tell her that she had taken his heart and he was madly in love with her?

No.  He couldn’t do that.  He couldn’t drag her into this life of isolation.   He couldn’t crush her spirit like that.  Likely couldn’t even have the chance anyway.  She had mentioned how many times she would be unable to live this life.

He thought quickly.  “I’ll give you another opportunity to beat me at crib again tonight,” he said, hoping that it didn’t sound as sad as it made him feel.

Anna giggled, obviously not picking up on his distress.  “You’re on, mountain man.”

*****

They got out of bed in the late morning, too hungry to ignore their growling stomachs.  Kristoff made them oatmeal and opened a can of peaches that he told her he saved for special occasions.  Anna watched him as he made them their breakfast, chatting idly with her like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be doing.  She could not stop staring.  His handsomeness was so much more apparent with the short beard.  She could see his magnificent jaw line, and she imagined what he’d look like if he’d let her cut his hair shorter too.  Never before in her life had she been more attracted to a man.

She thought back to that wonderful kiss.   More than anything she wanted to have him kiss her again.  She wanted a whole hell of a lot more than that actually.  Then she realized that she would be leaving soon.  She couldn’t stay, couldn’t even entertain the idea.  She had family and too much back in Nome to just throw it all away. 

Yet as she remembered it again, that beautiful soft and tender first kiss he had placed on her lips, she longed to be able to say fuck it and stay with Kristoff.

She pushed the thought from her mind immediately, knowing that it would only lead to heartache.  Why it hurt so much she wasn’t sure.   She managed to forget about the future and focus on the bowl that Kristoff had placed in front of her with a smile.

After their breakfast they both cleaned up, and Anna asked what she’d asked him so many times in the past couple of days.  “So, now what?”

Kristoff looked around his cabin.  “Uh, to be honest I am not feeling up to doing a lot of manual labour today.  I haven’t been that drunk in my entire life.”

Anna cocked her head to the side.  Did that mean he didn’t even remember the kiss?  While it was seared into her mind, maybe he was one of those people that blacked out and didn’t remember anything.  “Yeah, we drank a lot,” she said, not wanting to bring it up in case he really didn’t remember.

“I have some wobbly shelves in the cellar I need to fix.  Some clothes that need mending.  I have to deal with a couple of hides, but that will only take me about an hour.  Uh, what else?” 

He looked around in thought again, so innocent and pure, and Anna’s heart lurched in her chest thinking about that kiss.  How utterly desperate his lips had become, like he’d been under water for a dangerously long time and was finally able to gasp for air.  How it must have felt to him.  And he probably didn’t even remember being so vulnerable with her.

“… tidy my shed up a bit too.  Been putting that off.”

Anna realized she zoned out.  “Oh yeah, sure.  Put me to work.”

His head tilted to the side and he regarded her for a moment.  “Where should we get started?”

“Give me your clothes and I’ll mend them while you deal with the hides.  Then we can do whatever you figure next.”

He nodded, his bloodshot eyes looking at her carefully again.  “Alright.  Thank you.”

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Anna picked up the first shirt and looked at it.  A plain black henley that was tattered and getting holes along the shoulders.  He’d told her all the clothes needing mending were clean except for that black henley.  Anna had assured him that she didn’t mind.  And truly she didn’t.  She imagined it on him then looked up quickly to make sure Kristoff hadn’t somehow slipped back into the cabin without her noticing.  Once confirming she was indeed alone, she pulled the shirt up to her face and inhaled.

An involuntary shiver ran up her spine to smell him on the clothing.  It aroused her in a way she was not at all expecting, and she set the shirt back down on the table and shook her head.  Get a grip on yourself, Anna!

She threaded the needle with black thread and began mending.  It was quick work and she moved onto the next shirt, and then the next.  When they were all done, she started on the socks, switching the black thread for the only other colour; white. 

Anna mended his socks, cringing a little at how much it would drive her crazy to step on the mending all day long.  She’d tried it before.  There was only one solution to socks with holes on the bottom; buy new ones.  Something that Kristoff could not do whenever he wanted. 

That made her sad all over again, thinking about his life as she finished the socks.  Next, she moved onto his work pants, two pairs of jeans with holes in the knees and some Carhart’s.  Every pair had holes in all the pockets. 

After the pants the only item left was a hooded sweatshirt with the front pocket ripped on one side.  It was grey, so Anna switched back to the black thread for it to be less noticeable. 

When that was done, she folded all the clothes neatly and placed them back in his chest and put the henley in a small laundry basket he had sitting beside it.  She turned around and surveyed the one at the end of the bed again, thinking about those photos and wanting to look at them once more.  She was just about to, when the front door opened and Kristoff stepped in.  His face was drained of colour.

“Kristoff!  Are you okay?”

He nodded and wobbled a little as he used his feet to take off his boots.  Anna rushed over and grabbed his shoulder just as he leaned far enough over that he was going to lose his balance if she wasn’t there.  She braced herself as his weight fell into her.

“I need to sit down,” he mumbled. 

Anna helped him over to his chair and sat him in it.  Kristoff turned and placed his head in his arms on the table, taking a few slow breaths like he was going to be sick. 

“Are you okay?” she asked again.

“Dizzy,” he murmured from his arms.  “I think I need some water.”

“Of course.”  Anna turned and grabbed a cup from the shelves above his kitchen cupboard and the cold water from the kettle on the stove, then took it over to him. 

Slowly, he pulled his head up, his eyes closed.  After two more deep breaths he opened them, took the glass and drank with a shaky hand.   As soon as he was done, Anna took it from him and filled it again.  With that downed, she filled it once more with all that was left in the kettle.  After giving him back his glass, she took the kettle outside and filled it with water from the well.  She filled his empty up again, then grabbed one to fill for herself. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly as she took a seat on the log across from him. 

“You okay?”

He nodded slowly.  “Just dehydrated from all the booze,” he said, his eyes lifting to finally meet hers.   “Like I said, that was the drunkest I have ever been.  I’ve never been this hungover.”

“I’m sorry,” Anna said, wondering again if he really didn’t remember that kiss. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, eyes going back down to the table.  “I just need a minute.  I’m pretty sure when we got up, I was still drunk, and I’m just hitting the wall now.”

“Why don’t you go lie down for a minute?”

His eyes met hers again.  “How are you feeling?  Are you okay?”

Anna smiled.  “I feel kind of like you.  Clearly not as severe.  I’m okay, just sucking at life today, you know?”

He gave her a slight smile.  “I could use a nap.  How about you?”

She thought about being in that comfortable bed with him again and was not about to miss out on the opportunity to be close to him again.  “Definitely.”

They went over to the bed and settled into it, Anna thinking again to that kiss.  “How many games of crib did we even play last night?” she asked, thinking it might give some insight into if he remembered it. 

“I have no idea,” he said, brining up his forearm and settling it against his eyes.  “I can’t remember.”

Anna frowned, and pushed the thought of that kiss from her mind.  It would do no good to keep thinking on it if she was the only one who remembered it happening.

A moment later Kristoff was snoring.  As much as Anna wanted to snuggle up to him, she could not bring herself to do so.  Her heart was heavy with thoughts she had no business having.  Eventually she drifted off and fell into a fitful sleep.

*****

Kristoff woke slowly, blinking into the light of the cabin.  His eyes hurt.  Like his head.  The painkillers had worn off.  He looked over to where Anna was sleeping.  She was facing him, as far away as she could get.  He studied her face, every inch of it, every freckle, every gorgeous feature. 

That kiss…

He pushed it from his mind for the hundredth time since waking up that morning.  He would not, could not, hang onto that.  It was like a taste of things that could be.  Things that would never be.  He needed to let it go for good.  It was far too dangerous not to.

To his relief, Anna was completely fine not talking about it.  Maybe she didn’t even remember it.  Either way, they could move on as if it never happened, which was more than fine with him.

Kristoff got up slowly, getting a little dizzy again.  He put his feet on the floor and hung his head between his shoulders.  He felt the bed shift under him a moment later.

“You feeling any better?”

“A little yeah.”  He sighed.  “How about you?”

“Like a new woman.”  She laughed.

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Anna spent the rest of the afternoon following him around and helping him here and there, talking his ear off.  It was amazing how her hands worked, knowing exactly what to do without having to ask.  Her independence and skill were never more apparent to him.  If she ever had the desire, he had no doubt she’d be able to make this life work for her too.  She had all the same instincts as him.

They had just finished with the unstable shelves in the cellar.  While it was the last task that he had wanted to accomplish that day, it still didn’t feel like he’d done enough.  He was feeling better and itching to get more shit done.  This was the first day since he’d been living like this that he’d been lazy, and it was starting to bother him.

As soon as he had the tools back in his toolbox, he brushed the dirt off his hands and looked at Anna.  She was looking down at her own hand, surveying her fingernails with a frown.

“You okay?” he asked, worried she’d injured herself somehow.

She looked up at him, quickly putting her hand back down at her side.  “Oh yeah, fine.  Just have to wash the dirt out from under my fingernails.”

A thought suddenly occurred to him and he was a little embarrassed it hadn’t come to him sooner.  “Did you want to have a bath?”

Her eyes brightened.  “A bath?  That actually sounds wonderful.”  Then her brows furrowed in question.  “Wait, how do you even do that?”

He chuckled.  “What do you think that little building by the well is?”

Anna shrugged.  “Another shed.”

He laughed again.  “It’s the bathhouse, silly.  Despite what you may think I do wash my clothes and bathe.”

“Really?  How often?”  Her smirk was all play.

Shrugging one shoulder he said, “Once a week.”

She playfully scrunched up her nose.  “Ew.”

“Well, to be fair it is a lot of work.”

Her light mood shifted to a touch of annoyance and she rolled her eyes.  “Of course it is.”

Anger prickled him.  These reminders that she thought his life was ridiculous were starting to really get under his skin.  He went for the cellar ladder and ascended without a word or backwards glance in her direction. 

“I’m sorry,” she called after him as soon as he stepped onto the floor.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he said, his teeth clenched.  “Just going to go get you a bath started.”  He threw on his boots and slammed the door behind him.

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[madsmilfelsen]

hi mads! are both you and your husband native? just curious

this made me laugh because over the summer we all went to hinchinbrook island in prince william sound with about 50/60 native kids and maybe 30/40 more supervising adults, including us. Towards the end of our week as we were trapped by weather for two and a half extra days until the boats could reach us, there was a sickness just referenced in passing as the ‘crude’ going around while I was volunteering for kitchen duty…. so it was covid-19, of course, but of all the people to not get sick, my husband, the white guy

[rabbitcruiser]

Yellowknife, NWT (No. 14)

In the middle of the three front bays on the east (front) facade is a door of vertical flushboard in a plain wooden surround, with rusted metal strap hinges; a wooden screen door is behind it. It is the only entrance. A horizontal sign above the lintel says "Fireweed Studio". To its south is an interpretive plaque.

Both sides have windows in the second and fourth of their five bays covered by locked vertical flushboard shutters similar to the door when the building is closed. The rear is completely blind; a modern electric meter is affixed to it near the southern corner. A narrow plain wooden frieze on narrow eaves marks the roofline. The roof itself is covered with asphalt shingles.

Fireweed Studio is located along the west side of 49th Avenue between 52nd and 53rd streets, at the eastern edge of the small Somba K'e Park. On the north side of the park is Yellowknife's modern brick city hall. An open expanse of grass to the west descends via a series of terraces with concrete retaining walls to a concrete tiled walkway at the edge of Frame Lake. South is a curved parking lot and wooded parkland. Across the street are residential properties amid parking lots with some mature trees along the edges, buffering the neighbourhood from the denser development and high-rises along Franklin Avenue, the city's main street, a block to the east.

The building itself is a one-storey log cabin slightly rectangular in shape, with a few small trees, mostly white spruce, at the sides and rear. It sits on a concrete foundation and is topped with a front-gabled roof pierced in the centre by a small modern chimney. The logs are stained brown and form saddle joints at the corners.

In the middle of the three front bays on the east (front) facade is a door of vertical flushboard in a plain wooden surround, with rusted metal strap hinges; a wooden screen door is behind it. It is the only entrance. A horizontal sign above the lintel says "Fireweed Studio". To its south is an interpretive plaque.

Both sides have windows in the second and fourth of their five bays covered by locked vertical flushboard shutters similar to the door when the building is closed. The rear is completely blind; a modern electric meter is affixed to it near the southern corner. A narrow plain wooden frieze on narrow eaves marks the roofline. The roof itself is covered with asphalt shingles.

Source: Wikipedia

[lunastar92]

[sheeps-eye]

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[huariqueje]

Gasp cabins   -   Philip Surrey , 1955.

Canadian , 1910-1990

Oil on canvas,   20 1/8 x 24 in.     51 x 61 cm.

[pangeen]

“ Delightful “ // Daniel Tremblay

[lettherightrobin]

frontier cabin, british columbia

[steamdrive]

Cabins in the Canadian Rockies