I don’t think normal people ever had one like this in most places. Not another camp in sight and clearly winterized.

Most people I know with camps have one that looks more like my family’s—a seasonal, fairly rustic place in a row along a lakeshore maybe a couple hundred feet from the next one on either side. Depending on how long it’s been in their family, probably some weird story or connection about it’s origins. In our case, my great-grandfather built it himself in the 30s after inheriting a narrow strip of land from his father in law. He worked for the phone company so he did all the wiring himself and whatnot as well.

If my parents sold it, I’d probably have to go another hour or so further remote to replace it once I’m more financially stable, but it would be doable. I’d just be, like my great-grandfather or grandfather, choosing to prioritize that over other things I could do. I don’t remember my grandfather ever going on a vacation beyond visiting family and the camp, maybe something like Acadia a couple times. I’m not sure my great-grandfather ever made it farther from home in western Maine than dropping my grandfather off at Orono. A lot of people now don’t want to do that, so the camps end up getting sold to someone who has the money to hire out all the work and the places for those of us who do want to get pushed farther north.