It was long over due to get this group of second cousins together so when Kami mentioned a cabin weekend, we jumped on board.
It was a beautiful drive. Lots of twisty roads lined with pine and spruce trees. Occasionally we would roll the window down and suck in that mountain musty air laced with sap mixed with fresh open space. It truly was rejuvenating.
I might add that it was a much needed getaway. In fact, every moment made up for the fact that I dropped my cell phone in a small town gas station toilet. And the tender mercy? After days in a rice bag and tons of antibacterial...it still worked!
We pulled up to the cabin and had a sweet reunion. Within minutes we felt at home and the kids were inseparable.
The Palmer kids showed us the ropes including how you gazelle jump off a huge boulder elegantly and how to catch a fish within seconds of casting.
My boys were in heaven and quite frankly, so was I.
At night we would put all the kids to bed and sneak into the kitchen where we laughed and ate the nights away.
The view. Oh my, the view. Each morning we awoke in the sun room that overlooked the calm waters of the lake. The sun glinted through the trees and you could hear birds singing and squirrels jumping from tree to tree.
I was usually the first one awake and loved every minute of that morning time.
There is a peace in the mountains and couple that with a lake, blue sky with puffy white clouds, purple wildflowers, cousins you adore and a trip to the local mini merc for peppermint ice cream, paddle boarding and kayak ball races...ain't nothin' better.
