Trevor and Riley Hykes, @hikingwithhykes, enjoyed a slow summer weekend getaway at Postcard Cabins Beaver Creek. Read on for their guide to getting outside and slowing down this summer.
We pulled into Postcard Cabins late Friday afternoon, just as the heat of the day started to soften. The cabin stood quietly tucked into the trees, simple and peaceful. Exactly what we needed. No check-in line, no small talk. Just a key code, a cozy cabin, and a long weekend ahead.
After settling in, we walked the short trail behind the cabin. A breeze moved through the pine trees, and everything felt still in the best way. Just a few steps in, we heard the creek. Little Beaver Creek winds right along the trail, shallow and clear, the kind that invites you to sit and listen. A great blue heron stood just ahead, completely focused, fishing for its dinner. That sight alone slowed us down.
Saturday morning was slow on purpose. We made pour over coffee right from the cabin’s kitchenette and carried our mugs out to the picnic table. Breakfast came together easily with the ingredients we brought from home. The cabin kitchen had everything we needed: cookware, utensils, even a few staples in the pantry. After breakfast, we laced up tennis shoes and walked the trail again, this time with books in our backpacks and bug spray in our pockets.
The trail stays mostly shaded, which makes it perfect for a summer day. We spent most of the afternoon reading creekside. No pressure to do anything exciting, just time to sit, chat, nap, and breathe. When the sun started dipping, we headed back, showered, and poured drinks. Mocktails with fresh herbs we’d packed, just to make it feel like something special.
Dinner was a classic foil pack over the fire. We kept it simple: sliced veggies, sausage, a little seasoning, and let the flames do the work. After dinner, we made s’mores, thanks to the Postcard Cabins team who left a s’mores kit for us to enjoy. It was the kind of sweet, sticky dessert that tastes even better under a sky full of stars.
That night, we left the blinds open and fell asleep to the soft glow of moonlight through the trees. No screens, no streetlights, just the quiet of the forest and a cabin that felt like ours for the weekend.
Sunday started slow again: coffee, quiet, no rush to get back to reality. Before we packed up, we took one last walk to the creek and watched the water move. That heron was back, still fishing.
This weekend reminded us that slowing down doesn’t have to mean going far. Sometimes the best reset is a quiet cabin, a shady trail, and a little time off-grid.
What we packed and were glad we did:
• Bug spray (the good kind, trust us)
• A favorite book
• Pre-mixed mocktails for sunset sipping
• Comfy tennis shoes
• A light hoodie for cool creekside mornings
Leaving felt bittersweet. We weren’t quite ready to go, which probably means it was exactly the break we needed.
