The first year we were married, Dan and I made the 9-hour trek to celebrate the opening of fishing season. Dan hadn't fished much in the past, but caught on quickly and is now one of the better fishermen on the boat.
Lana likes the cabin too. She doesn't go out on the boat yet, but enjoys getting spoiled by doting grandparents and posing for pictures with Mommy and Daddy and their catch.
Years before any of these recent trips, our clan had a big family reunion weekend at the cabin. Most of my Freston cousins were there along with my aunts and uncles. The cabin sleeps about 7-10 people, and we had way more than that at the reunion, so cousins were banished to tents in the yard. Oh, and yeah, it rained and got really cold one night, and I think more than one cousin sneaked inside and slept on the floor by the stove. (Please note, I did not go inside. I followed the rules and stayed outside and froze.)
I think that was also the year sister Jen and cousin Cody went exploring and found this Slow Children Playing sign. It was on posted on a rarely traveled dirt road, surrounded by acres and acres of open land. Why oh why were these slow children so insistent on playing in the road? That question was never answered, but Jen and Cody thought it was hilarious and had their picture taken. I think both of them still hold this photo sacred.