This weekend I spent some time at one of my absolute most favorite places in the entire world. It’s by no means fancy: there’s no tv (gasp!), the hot water only lasts about 60 seconds, and better yet, there’s hardly any cellphone reception. I’m talking about “the cabin”.
It’s a modest little abode, seated on a few acres of moss-covered land out in the middle of Nowheresville, and it.is.wonderful. I’ve been going every summer since I can remember (and for those I can’t, there is photographic evidence scattered throughout my parent’s house). I have fond memories of my Pop Pop Ralph, may he rest in peace, shouting at us kids for letting the screen door slam, sitting on the porch until the bats came out and laughing til our bellies hurt, and endless nights crammed 15 deep around a table meant for 10. It’s a quaint little space, but it’s perfect and I love it dearly. And since being nestled in the woods for a few days has left me in allergy Hell (a fair price to pay), and I’m too hopped up on Allegra to write anything that makes sense, I hope you will settle for a few snapshots from my weekend spent at one of the best places on Earth.
And because I have no shame and am not above bragging, here is a very blurry picture of me wearing a cabin staple (a Budweiser hat that is no doubt older than I am) and gloating after winning a death match of Apples to Apples. Also this was like my 28th glass of wine, so I can assure you that smile is not just because I won.
Is there anywhere near and dear to your heart that you go to with family or friends every year?