It didn’t take long for smoke to build up in the cabin
After the wedding, my husband and I went up to the cabin to spend a romantic week. We had been to mom and dad’s cabin quite often, but only for short periods. Mostly it was an overnight stay so we could do some much needed repairs. We had planned on selling the cabin, but my husband and I loved it so much that we decided to buy it from them. There was something about staying in a cabin in the mountains that brought the kid out of me. I loved listening to the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. I could sit there and smell the wood fireplace while staring out the wall sized picture window, all day long. I remembered how we would play outside in the snow and then come inside. Mom would have hot chocolate ready for us, and we would warm up by the fireplace while sipping on hot chocolate. When my husband and I discussed our honeymoon, the only place I wanted to go was to the cabin. We got married in December, and I couldn’t wait to relax in front of the fireplace and listen to the snow quietly falling outside. My husband agreed that it was the perfect place for a honeymoon. When we got up there, he immediately lit a fire in the fireplace. It didn’t take long for smoke to build up in the cabin. We should have checked to see if there were any blockages in the chimney. No sooner had we lit the fire, but we heard a racket in the chimney from the squirrel that had nested in there and was trying to escape.