Conconully, 2008.
We've just returned (last night at 12:30am) from our yearly visit to our friends' cabin in north-central Washington. These are friends we met when our daughter was in preschool; their daughter and ours are the same age and were in the same room(s) at preschool.
Our friendship has grown over the years: the grownups share interests both musical and athletic, and the girls play soccer and take dance lessons together.
This is the third year we've gone to their cabin on a lake. It's a delicious break from the ordinary; no Internet, no TV, no mobile phone. There's a cabin, a landline phone (which doesn't ring often), a boat, a wakeboard (more on that in a second), and a foosball table.
Dear son loves the foosball table, and has progressed to the point that he's beating all but one of our group. (Good luck with that, son, Bill's been playing foosball for many years.)
It wasn't as warm this year as before, making it to the mid-70s and no further. We've had hotter weather, up in the 90s, which makes getting out on the lake so much more pleasant, but we'll take what we can get.
Wakeboarding is an activity in which the grownups have participated from the start of our time at the cabin (excepting last year, when I broke a rib work on the cabin's new deck), and this year, we have introduced two more participants. Our daughter, and our friends' daughter, both made the effort to learn how to ride on the wakeboard this summer! They got a little guidance from their parents on how to "get up" out of the water, and how to position the board when the boat starts moving, but both did very well and had success sooner than their parents did.
I look forward to the days I spend at the cabin. As much as I love and depend on the rhythm of the day to day, the regularity of work and home, it's so much fun to get in the car and drive and pull into the gravel driveway, the faded red paint of the cabin, all of the deer we see driving through town, the big deck with the foosball table, the refrigerator with a cold beer, and the friendship.
Our friendship has grown over the years: the grownups share interests both musical and athletic, and the girls play soccer and take dance lessons together.
This is the third year we've gone to their cabin on a lake. It's a delicious break from the ordinary; no Internet, no TV, no mobile phone. There's a cabin, a landline phone (which doesn't ring often), a boat, a wakeboard (more on that in a second), and a foosball table.
Dear son loves the foosball table, and has progressed to the point that he's beating all but one of our group. (Good luck with that, son, Bill's been playing foosball for many years.)
It wasn't as warm this year as before, making it to the mid-70s and no further. We've had hotter weather, up in the 90s, which makes getting out on the lake so much more pleasant, but we'll take what we can get.
Wakeboarding is an activity in which the grownups have participated from the start of our time at the cabin (excepting last year, when I broke a rib work on the cabin's new deck), and this year, we have introduced two more participants. Our daughter, and our friends' daughter, both made the effort to learn how to ride on the wakeboard this summer! They got a little guidance from their parents on how to "get up" out of the water, and how to position the board when the boat starts moving, but both did very well and had success sooner than their parents did.
I look forward to the days I spend at the cabin. As much as I love and depend on the rhythm of the day to day, the regularity of work and home, it's so much fun to get in the car and drive and pull into the gravel driveway, the faded red paint of the cabin, all of the deer we see driving through town, the big deck with the foosball table, the refrigerator with a cold beer, and the friendship.
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