Cabin Down Below

The cabin in which I spent summers as a youth had little or no security, unless you count the fact that it was difficult to find even for our invited guests. There wasn't even a bolt on the front or back door. Upstairs there was a half inch latch keeping any desperate sorts from muscling their way in, as well as a nice tall blue spruce located right next to the deck that led into the loft where the three boys played, read comic books, and slept. In all the years that we owned that piece of property, it was only broken into once. They came in through that upstairs door, and looked around in what amounted to my parents' liquor cabinet, and left out the back door, closing it neatly behind them.
I mention this because I am pleased and happy to have had that experience rather than the one that San Bernradino County residents endured when "rogue cop" Christopher Dorner dropped by to finish off his week long flurry of terror. Guests at the Seven Oaks Mountain Cabins probably hadn't imagined that a gun battle and the immolation of one of the buildings would be part of their vacation plans. The web site encourages us all to "Leave behind the stress and smog of the big city." If only there had been some sort of assurance about the SWAT teams and crazed gunmen on the loose. 
In the end, it probably doesn't matter so much about the locks and alarms if the place ends up burned to the ground. It just makes me think more about my next stay-cation.