The back of the cabin faces the driveway, so it doesn't look like much as you enter.
But I love the stairs leading to it. I could run up these stairs in my sleep. In the winter they make a great sled run.
On the way up the stairs there's a welcoming committee of turtle and toad:
Perhaps most important are the stairs to the beach.
If you're lucky, thimbleberry season isn't over yet. The berries grow wild on the slopes near the beach, and also along sunny verges. I haven't seen them anywhere else. If you find a lot you could make jam, but usually there's only enough to eat them one by one. They're more tart than raspberries, but of the same family. The leaves are much bigger, and they have no thorns.
If the water is calm, you can take a kayak out. But I usually prefer to stay on the beach, wading in the shallows and looking for pretty rocks.