Home in the woods

Forty-five years ago, a university teacher of mine built a house about
a half kilometer from the nearest road. She couldn't drive to the
house -- everything to build it, and to live in it, had to be carried
by hand over that half kilometer of footpath through the woods. It
was, and still is, a beautiful spot overlooking the ocean. I spent a
couple of days there about 1976 when a friend, another student of the
teacher, had the job of looking after the house for a time while the
teacher went to the Arctic on a research trip.

Today, my wife and I went for a hike along the seaside path that goes
past the house and met Lori, the current owner, cleaning up her yard.
(She bought the house three or four years ago when my old teacher got
too old to get back and forth to her car, and so moved to a place that
actually is on the road.) The house has electricity but I doubt it has cable or
high-speed Internet. While we talked, the phone in Lori's pocket rang;
she does have cell phone service.