WE KNEW about the old (1932) cabin in the woods for 17 years. To ever own it and live there seemed about as likely as a trip to the far side of the moon. It was empty most of the time. I used to come out to ‘explore,’ to study birds and trees and plants. Then, somehow, the impossible happened, and the cabin became our own. Sometimes now, after more than 30 years, when the light of the setting sun hits things just right, it still seems hard to believe. This is where we live. With the deer and the otter and the beaver, the turtle and the nesting eagles and the tall pines. And all our other wild neighbors and friends. They’re very good neighbors. And we feel very lucky to call this good place home.