Cabin Fever!

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Winter Memories

Winter has always been my favorite time of year at the cabin, when there is snow that is. I love pulling around tubes behind snowmobiles and 4-wheelers, and sledding is always a blast (at least all the times I went sledding and didn't break my tailbone). It is just so cozzie and peaceful during the winter months. I love the memory of Jeff and I sledding down the mountain across the street from the cabin and Jeff face planting in the road. It was a dirt road then so he got a mouthful of mud. If it had happened now, he would have knocked out all of his teeth. I remember one year there was about 6 feet of snow and we had to use the tractor to get to the cabin. My mom and I went for a walk one day and I almost felt claustrophobic because all you could see was snow walls on either side of you and blue sky. I sure hope we get a lot of snow this year. Our sleds are collecting dust

Things you Learn to do at the cabin as illustrated from our visit in November.

How to shoot stuff

How to explore scary places.

How to climb tall mountains.

How to drive (kind of).

How to don safe, yet stylish head gear.

Food!!!

I have so many fond cabin food memories. Especially the giant breakfasts. Hash browns, eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, orange juice, etc...I'm hungry just thinking of it. And who can forget all of the endless junk food. So, call me crazy, but I'm not having any sugar during the month of November (Sundays are free days). So next weekend I'm going to bring fruits, chips, crackers, and stuff like that to snack on. Heather and I were also thinking that for lunches we would bring up lunch meat, cheeses, and crackers. As for dinner Friday night, we are open for suggestions. A pot luck of some sort with bring your own meat?? I think I'm up for some steak! I've heard that splenda does a brown sugar now, if that is true I'll probably whip up some caramel popcorn. We'll see. We are so excited to go up!

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Hunting sisters, I've got one in my sights!

When I was somewhere between 11-13 years old Jeff got a B.B. gun that we took to the cabin and did a lot of target shooting with. It was our little introduction to mindless violence. One day I was doing my thing, goofing off by the garage that houses the 4-wheeler and fishing boat, when my arm started stinging really bad. I looked down and saw a nice B.B. sized welt on my upper left bicep, and there was Jeff looking at me in horror. He told me the gun went off while he was trying to cock it. I believed him and didn't tell my parents because, well I'm not sure why I never told them. I was known far and wide as an amazingly gifted tattle-tale. Anyway, years later, like 15 years later, Jeff and I were talking about that day and my not-so-little anymore, pip-squeak brother told me it hadn't been an accident after all. He SHOT me on purpose because he was mad at me for some unknown and of course, unjustified reason. We were at my parent's house when this conversation was taking place and needless to say, I tattle-taled on him on the spot and he didn't even get grounded. There is no justice in this cruel world.