Author: Mary Keating

To: Furry Freeloaders

We regret to inform you that your extended stay at Keating Cabin will be coming to a non-negotiable end.

While we acknowledge your tireless enthusiasm for roof scrambling, wall tunneling, and impromptu dance parties at 2 a.m., it has come to our attention that:

• You do not pay rent.
• You have failed to respect property boundaries.
• Your food stash organization is deeply flawed (sunflower seeds strewn about! Really? So blasted tidy.

Let us be clear: Keating Cabin is a sanctuary for relaxation, storytelling, and the occasional s’more—not a rodent resort. Effective immediately, we will be initiating Gentle Encouragement Protocols including:

• Peppermint oil installations at points of entry.
• Strategic placement of Irish Spring soap (no, it’s not edible).
• High-frequency eviction sonatas via ultrasonic repellents (Phase Two)

We invite you to explore alternate accommodations:

• The cozy woodpile 50 feet away from the cabin.
• The generous expanse of the forest.
• A nice neighbor’s yard or cabin, not recommended, but you seem resourceful.

“This establishment does not accept walk-ins, sneak-ins, or scampering freeloaders.”

In closing, we wish you the best in your future endeavors, and we sincerely hope you rediscover the joys of outdoor living. Your time here has left small pawprints on our hearts—and larger ones on our insulation.

Warmly but firmly,
The Management at Keating Cabin

Heads up, wilderness wanderers—there’s been a bear sighting nearby! Be sure to bring your bear spray, make noise, and maybe review your wrestling technique (kidding… mostly).

Stay alert, stay safe, and let’s keep any bear hugs metaphorical. 🐾

More updates soon—unless the bear beats me to it with a blog of his own.

There’s something about Keating Cabin that becomes a part of your own story. It’s where the girls learned to jump off the dock, ride bikes in the mud, and roast marshmallows to a perfectly charred crisp. It was time spent with grandparents and family!

They grew up here. Not just in height and years, but in heart.

When they were little, their grandmother gave them a whistle—just a soft toot to let her know where they were. Of course, they were rarely far. You could usually find them on the back porch putting together a campfire extravaganza—Hannah was often the director, choreographer, and lead, while Emma was the steadfast sidekick who brought the props, the giggles, and the wild applause.

From sleepy mornings wrapped in quilts to late-night giggles, this cabin became more than a getaway. It was the backdrop to their childhood story. Every trail explored, every whisper in the woods—it’s stitched into the fabric of who they are.

Now, even as grown-up adventures call them elsewhere, Keating Cabin waits—with her porch lights glowing and stories still to tell.

Random Facts:

• 1807 Square Footage
  • 1435 on the First Floor
  • 372 in the attic
• Built in 1970
• Garage 320 Sq feet
• .45 acres / 19,602 sq feet of land
• Parcel Number RP13N43E163904