My wife loves to visit Johnny Sack’s cabin at Big Springs. Every year she loads up the grandkids and takes them up there to talk about the early days of Island Park and to re-live a piece of history.
For weeks my wife had been telling the grandkids stories about Johnny Sack and regaling them with tales of his life in the early days of Island Park. When the day finally came for the cabin to open for the summer, my wife was like a little kid at Christmas. She loaded the kids in the car with plenty of time to get there before they opened.
Along the way she had a life-changing experience. As they were driving down the Big Springs Loop road, our six-year-old granddaughter piped up from the back seat, “Grandma, I’m so excited. We’ve talked about visiting Johnny’s Sex cabin for a long time and I’m happy we’re finally getting to see it.”
My wife (who is really pretty buttoned down) thinking she must have heard wrong pulled over to the side of the road and turned around. “What did you say?” she asked. Our grandchild repeated, “Nothing, really. I’m just glad we finally get to visit Johnny’s sex cabin.”
You can only imagine the look of shock and horror on my wife’s face. Here she is with a car full of little ones who think they’re going to a special sex cabin with their grandma — a little weird, but hey, better than not going at all. My wife started over from the beginning, stuttering and stammering, the words tumbling out: “No. You see, the cabin was built by a man named Johnny Sack. Therefore, it’s Johnny Sack’s cabin. Not Johnny’s sex cabin.”
I’m not sure whether they were disappointed or relieved — it probably didn’t sound to them like the kind of place you’d visit with your grandma, but she sure seemed excited to go. I also have to wonder what sort of visual image the kids had of the place. Surely not the one my wife had (or intended for them to have.)
At any rate, I’ve never looked at Johnny Sack’s cabin the same since. Now I’m sure you won’t either.   Remember, if you come to Island Park looking for fun, it’s Johnny Sack’s cabin — not Johnny’s sex cabin!
I could not stop laughing, when I read this accounting….out of the mouths of babes!
Did Johnny Sacks build his cabin for a bride that turned out to have cold feet? Seem I heard that story but can’t find it anywhere.
I haven’t seen anything like that in my readings and I’ve talked to people who were guides at the cabin and they hadn’t heard that. So I’m guessing not.. The counter height and furniture size was never sized small for a woman. It was because Sack himself was a diminutive person.