The annual summer trip to the Minnesota cabin happens the same way every year. First the flight into Minneapolis starts to put me into an adventurous spirit when I step outside of the airport, take a breath, smell the greenness and feel the cool late summer air.
I drive north, exiting the interstate for the smaller back roads past the Caribou Coffees, and the log cabin architecture and I start to get excited. The scenery becomes more rural and agricultural, with fields of corn and cows.
Eventually I come to a dirt road, lined with birch trees and jog off the road where the dead end sign is. I finally made it to THE LAKE!
Many folks visit northern Minnesota to hunt and fish, but our family does neither. I tend to take a lot of walks, play cards and do a lot of swimming and reading, not to mention…
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