Our house is small, and for a long time we had been admiring a large spruce standing alone on a flat part of the land, close to Kramarica Creek — a perfect spot for a quick dip on warm days. Having stayed at gatherings where people slept in simple, well-placed tents, we began to wonder if this could also work here, at least for a while.

Robert built a platform and we set up a tent. During the first year, it quickly became a much-loved place for friends and visitors needing time away from the city — to sit by the river, share a fire in the evening, and enjoy the rare luxury of no entertainment at all. Well, except for our dogs, who happily cuddle anyone willing, the chickens, who roam freely no matter who is visiting, and the hammock strung across the river, which quickly became the most popular place to spend an afternoon.

It turns out that a wild piece of land halfway up a mountain, surrounded by forest and good people, already offers more than enough.