Staying at the cabin was a boys dream.
They didn’t have to shower because they could not shower.
There was nothing to distract us at all. The road to the cabin was not regularly traveled. The area around the cabin was wild. There was one house far away from us and we could only hear the crowing of the rooster once in awhile.
We sat around and were lazy. I read (and finished the series) an entire book aloud to the boys.
We took long walks.
We seemed to always end up at the Beaver Pond. Once beaver’s had roamed this little area, but now they were gone. They seemed to be on the farm across the fence from the property but we never actually saw a beaver. The boys were sad about that.
The boys spent hours playing cards with Daddy.
They helped him make breakfast in the morning.
Daddy even made a special lunch for S3 who had made a spear, used it to kill a frog, then skinned and cut off the legs of the frog to eat. Yes, he did. And he liked them.
In a one room cabin there is a lot of together time.
In a suburban with six people, there is a lot of together time.
When we finally arrived home, home seemed overwhelming. We went to church and the people seemed to be closing in on me. I felt we had been gone for weeks on end.
The noise of our road seemed deafening. Our neighbors are all seemed too close.
When I had to get Jake’s work stuff around for him (lunch, etc), we all felt sad that we would soon be separated and our week together would end.
My husband has never had a week off before. We are so thankful to his job that gave him this great gift.
I don’t recall just sitting with Jake and watching our boys just play before. Maybe when they were small, but there always is SOMETHING to do and that was probably one of the great gifts of the trip, just watching the boys play.
The beauty of the UP is rough and indescribable. The colors are intense. There are miles upon miles of nothing but barren woods and seemingly never ending lakes. It is breathtaking.
My husband, who built the cabin with his dad and told the boys all sorts of stories about it, felt as if he visited his dad a bit, I think.
Jake says it was the best week of his life, his best vacation.
When I asked the boys what their favorite part of the trip was (and I didn’t prompt them at all), they all said at different times it was the time we spent together.
Of all the places we visited, of all the things we did, it was the time we had together that meant the most to them.
After being home a week, we all miss the cabin.