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There are two ancestral country estates in my family, and I find the contrast between them amusing.

My wife has a lake house in Maine. It's got a dock and boats, a pleasant yard cascading down to the lake with a view of the island where we pick blueberries.
It has nice plumbing, high-speed internet provided by the state of Maine to impoverished lake dwellers and easy access to the touristy spots and lobster rolls, etc.

My family has a log cabin in NY. It has a well, but not a toilet. (It has a composting toilet that we call the poo scrambler, but no-one ever wants to use it.) It's next to an open pit mine, and my parents bought it for $15,000 in the late 80's and it has only depreciated since then.