My family has a tradition of going out to our cabin every 4th of July. This year was the first time in five years that I've been able to make it out. Five years. Five 4th's with no boating, no tubing, no potlucking....it's a wonder I've survived.
Ah....sweet little cabin. I remember learning to water-ski here. I remember having heart-to-hearts with my aunts on that porch. I remember letting my hair whip around me as I felt at perfect peace on the boat. Out of '10,000' lakes, I think our cabin is on one of the best of 'em. Of course, our cabin also gains points for it's classy drinkware:
Can you feel the sophistication? I'm sure I read somewhere that wine out of a plastic Barbie cup is the recommended stemware by any true connoisseur.