Cabin Weekend

I've talked about "my" cabin on here before. It's a family place, built by my great-grandfather in 1902 on a point in Lake Osakis where several other family members had summer homes. We no longer actually own it — my aunt and uncle do — but they are nice enough to let us go up when we want. Normally that's a few times over the summer, but covid plus shows have given us very limited availability this summer, so this was our first time up and we had to fit all our favorite things into a very compacted timeframe!

Which meant only 2 trips to Vintage Village to see Jerry (and this time we got to see the restored upstairs of his house and try his homemade cinnamon and caramel rolls).



It's great because there're the antiques but also the animals:



We also made it to Theatre L'Homme Dieu for the first time in years for me (and Patrick and Beatrix's first time ever), to see my friend Max and a great cast totally slay it in CLUE.


We got to Carlos Creek Vineyard/22 Norseman Brewing (no picture due to a photobombing kid), and found a new vineyard, L'Etoile du Nord farm vineyard (their mead was especially good). You can see Brutus under the table.


Also Copper Trail and a visit to Big Ole.



The Tip Top:

And a movie at The Long Drive-In:


And the traditional sunset boat ride:

Best of all though was the time to just hang out together, to play games, to read by the lake (and day drink!), to make s'mores, and have family time.



I think Brutus says it best:



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