Mid-Summer Vacation
There is nothing like a trip to the cabin. We anticipate the trip all year long. A two hour drive to central Minnesota, in the
middle of farming country, sits a small, hidden, humble lake. Horseshoe Lake. Nothing special, but it’s where memories are
created.
Like the time we found a very lovable cat on the side of the
road. We took it home and named him
Orion.
Like the time I sat on the dock sketching while Alex’s
cousin, Michael, strummed on the guitar.
Like the time my brother-in-law caught a fish, but didn’t
want to pick it up and instead, gently guided the fish with his foot back to
the water.
Like the time my daughter caught her first fish using her
little kid fishing pole and a kernel of corn.
Like the game of extreme bocce ball we played with Alex’s
uncle.
But above else, it’s the family I treasure. Relaxing and spending time with each other,
without any distractions, other than the mosquitoes. They are what make this trip special.
