We had a "camp" in NH near Newfound Lake in NH. My father bought the land and built the camp out of scrap wood from packing crates and pallets that he brought home from his job. In those days he worked for Ford Motors in Sommerville MA. That was in 1953. It had running water but cold only and the kitchen sink had a hand pump. The bathroom was outside behind a stand of pines. We drove up there most weekends from May till past Labor Day. We always spent 2 weeks in Eastport Maine visiting my grandparents too.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.“