Our Nineteen Year Tradition

And the passing of time

We arrive at the cabin as we have each of the previous 18 summers, this our 19th year, families rolling up in vehicles, shouted greetings and hugs, adults helping each other unload while the kids try to escape into the woods or down to the lake before being conscripted into the forced labor of moving into a cabin for a week. We pack the refrigerator and…