We flew to Wisconsin for a few days last week to spend the holiday with my family. My parents practically glowed from having all of their children and grandchildren all together. Even better, most of my dad’s side of the family were in Wisconsin that week too so we were all able to catch up over lunch one of the days.
I slept in one of the mornings, and didn’t make it to the antique shops or even out to one of the many Wisconsin ice cream shops (regrets, we all have them), but did get to experience Hugo’s first midwestern parade, eat a fish fry and catch up with my people. Hugo liked the parade, but between the heat, noise and excitement, he was asleep before it even ended! He had such a great time with all of the aunts, uncles and little cousins, I was so happy to let them entertain him for me! The cabin has so many great reading spots that Josh worked through several books and was usually found either sitting on the dock or in front of the bay windows with a cup of coffee. Good times all around.
We spent a fair amount of time on the boat, my dad is famous for his three-hour-tour. It’s amazing to me how he never gets lost and knows the name of every lake and how they connect to each other. He’s spent his entire life going up there for vacation and work, so I guess by now its just innate and he loves it so I like hearing him talk about what this and that used to look like. He also has some horribly funny water skiing mishap stories, love those!
The best part of our trip would have to be “Hugo vs. the Bear and the Moose”. There is a giant bearskin rug draped over the balcony railing and a huge moose head mounted on the wall (no judging, the previous owners left them in the house). Multiple times a day Hugo would run to the stairs and just holler at the bear, he was both bold and terrified, like he needed to be sure that is was still there and not moving. Then he would run the to other room and holler at the moose. Back and forth all day, and every time he woke up from a nap he’d to say something that sounded like “bear” and rinse and repeat.
These photos, including the real Polaroid that my brother and sister-in-law snapped, reminded me of the childhood photos I have from my mom. Since we’ve always gone “up north” for vacations, we have all the photos of us kiddos at different ages, same pointy pine trees, same color of the lake water and same campfire setting.
Tell me, do you have a tradion of a summer vacation place or has it changed from year to year?
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