The Cabin: Post-Apocalyptic

A lighted match could burn down the cabin he built. It wasn't much, but it was his, and he liked it flammable. His daughter came up to visit and she always exclaimed with horror about the location (in a designated wildfire zone!) and the construction (flammable!) and the lack of an emergency airvac port within twenty feet, like all houses were built with nowadays, and what would he do if some disaster happened? She might have not even let his grand-kids visit, except she was more sensible about such things than some of her preconceptions made her sound, and she always checked the fire zone hazard level before visiting, and he never invited them in the driest days of the summer. It was a nice compromise, and he liked it. He never explained about the basement vault--


Inspiration: Some song on Pandora that had that as the first line.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I at least like the setting. And then, natch, some disaster comes (while the family's visiting), and the cabin ends up being the best place to survive from.