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We once lived in a small log cabin with one bedroom, a very small bathroom and a kitchen living room in one. A woodstove kept us warm and cozy. We had a visitor that summer, Bob's son. What one didn't think of, the other did! We had fun and laughed all summer long around the big bon fires down at the lake, built by Bob and his son. For some reason building fires occupied their minds most of the summer. The fire in the sauna woodstove was almost continuous. The warmth of the sauna steam soaking our bones was delightful.
This sauna cabin had a dual purpose. The front part had a washer and dryer, and a woodstove to heat the sauna, which was through a door into the cedar lined room with a one-man Jacuzzi on one end. It had big powerful jets. The swirling warm water was very relaxing and was used all the time. The first one in the sauna got the Jacuzzi first. This time it was Bob's son in first.
After several in and outs to feed the woodstove in the outside room, Bob came back in with a big cup in his hand. He walked over and dumped the contents into the Jacuzzi containing his son, the big jets going full blast. All of a sudden, billowing suds came up out of the tub, flowed over the edge and continued across the floor, like creeping lava. It reached the other end of the room and started building and building until the whole room was filled with soap bubbles. I still hear the laughter of both of them chasing and making soap suds mustaches and piling big cones of suds on their heads. I did not escape the suds pilled high on my head either. Then we began parting the suds to see each other. The whole room was filled to the very top with Amway soap bubbles.
After rinsing off the best we could, we one by one, escaped the soap bubble room and crashed in our beds to sleep a perfect relaxed sleep, but not without one more comment about how fun the soap bubbles were.
The next day I went to wash clothes and took a peek in the sauna for any left over towels. I was met with big stalactite soap bubbles hanging from the ceiling. Three days later, those hanging soap suds were still there! Future sauna soaking was watched closely by me to see what Bob had in his hands as he entered the door! Does this tell you how we filled the long summer days of July and August? What fun and good memories.
