There's nothing quite like getting away for the weekend, like, really getting away. I love and miss going "Up North" as everyone in Minnesota says. It's so vague, especially when you try to explain to someone where exactly you're going, and they just nod their head because they have no idea where you're referring to. The cabin. Man, so many great memories up there. That was the thing we did during the summer growing up, though not very often, maybe once or twice if we were lucky.
Last weekend I took a trip up to Outing, MN with a few friends for some quality time on Lake Roosevelt. It's a great place, and what I love most about it is how little it's changed. Still the same old curtains and uncomfortable bunk beds. Still the lack of hot water and shower. Still the huge futon and big blue rug. Still the fake-looking rainbow trout mounted on the wall, which has hung for years and years collecting dust. Still the unfinished cork wall. Still that gigantic beast of a microwave.
It's nice spending that much time with friends because it's so rare these days. Everybody is busy being adults now. I forgot how awesome it is to just sit down at a table with buddies and have little talks about life and fears and nothing at all. And that's what we did. Talked. Real talk. It was great. We also did the cabin stuff, canoeing, swimming, grilling, drinking, hammocking. You get it.
The weekend was so damn short, such a bummer. Summer is so fleeting. Though, I think I made the most of it this year. I'm satisfied.