up north, it's not the cottage, it's the camp. even if there is plumbing and all creature comforts, it is still called camp. and you usually know at least someone who has one. we had a great last weekend of summer, squeezing in all those camp things.
early morning swim, outdoor fire for marshmallows, indoor fire to sleep beside (oh september nights), great meals, picnic table lunch, watching the sunset at the dock with a glass of wine, board games, and puzzles, and getting a little grumpy chasing the kids around the cabin while the boys smoked cigars and shot bb guns in the rain for most of the afternoon.
gotta love that last weekend of summer where you go from swimsuits to leggings & sweaters all in the same day. a little bit of summer, a little bit of fall. a nice transition.
Great memories of Joe Lake...love how Anderson seems to be beckoning Maeva to join him in the water..
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