We all have "that place" that we thoroughly enjoy going to.
I have numerous memories from the cabin. Growing up, I spent every summer reveling in the clear, blue water, the smell of pine, and the warm sun (which somehow ALWAYS led to sunburns)
The cabin is my favorite place in the world.
Why?
long, deep conversations between aunts,uncles, cousins, parents, etc.
and
learning how to wake board behind James's boat.
getting frustrated and screaming at my grandmother (and everyone else in site)and
laughing so hard I couldn't make it up the big hill back to the cabin.
Taking little siestas on the dock
and
on the boat.
being a little kid at the cabin
and now,
watching the little kids bask in the wonderful atmosphere.
rowing "Irv" over to the little island to play
and now,
How amazing the dinners taste at night
and
how much of a sweet tooth occurs the second you walk in the doors.
The old cabin
and now,
the brand new cabin.
the annoying wind that appears in the afternoon.
The forever famous dock that always seems to be packed
and
driving the sea doos past the dock repeatedly to annoy the parents.
Getting eaten alive by mosquitoes
and
building fires to make smores (and to make the mosquitoes go away)
Never getting any sleep
and
dealing with it.
The view of mountains and water from the dock during the day
and
at sunset.
That one place where when life seems to kick us down, it automatically brings us right back up.
That one place where all of our thinking occurs. Where life's answers come to pass. Where questions are consistently being tossed around in our ever constant heads.That place, for me, is my CABIN at Crescent Lake.
Because of the following:
and
hilarious debates, usually consisting of bodily functions and embarrassing memories.
acting out skits
and now,intense card games & intense reading sessions.
sliding off the old water mattresses over&over&over again.
and now,
and now,
finding the courage to dive into the FREEZING snow melt off water.
learning how to ski behind Meme's old boat
and now,learning how to wake board behind James's boat.
getting frustrated and screaming at my grandmother (and everyone else in site)
laughing so hard I couldn't make it up the big hill back to the cabin.
and
on the boat.
and now,
watching the little kids bask in the wonderful atmosphere.
and now,
lying like a dead fish reading in the sun. (Hint: laziness is required there)
and
how much of a sweet tooth occurs the second you walk in the doors.
and now,
the brand new cabin.
The beaming hot sun
andthe annoying wind that appears in the afternoon.
and
driving the sea doos past the dock repeatedly to annoy the parents.
and
building fires to make smores (and to make the mosquitoes go away)
and
dealing with it.
and
at sunset.
That place. Sigh.
So beautiful ! :) Shane sent me! :)
ReplyDelete