Well... I embellish a bit. Truth is, my wife rarely makes an appearance at my piece of bushcraft heaven 30-miles east of our residence. It's a modest tract of heavy woods with an old trapper's cabin, pole barn, trails, but no meaningful shoreline. And since we spent a large portion of our lives together living aboard various boats, she's been having withdrawal symptoms from being away from rivers and lakes. We have a large chain of 14-lakes 20-miles west of town, so I bought a seasonal RV property in an RV park on one of these lakes. It was perfect for her needs, is 2.7 miles from her favorite sister-in-law (and cocktail partner), affordable and in phenomenal shape. I bought it an hour ago. Needless to say, I have a happy camper now. She has already put in her order for some of my split wood. Of course.