It has been about seven years since I've been to my grandma's lake cabin in Minnesota. When my sister pointed out just how long it has been, I was sure she was wrong. After all, how do you not travel to your favorite place at least once a year?
But she was right. It had been seven long years since I last got to wander through those woods. When we were growing up, our vacations were composites of battlefields and beaches, but my favorite ones always involved that isolated cabin. It's over a thousand miles away, so it was rarely our first option for vacations. But when we went, it was a blissful week of card games, fishing, exploring, and endless reading.
And now, I would have the privilege to go back with my grandma and my sister.
How lucky can a girl be?
We had a smooth trip, and before I knew it, I was packing up my suitcase to return to Pittsburgh. I regrettably had to do homework for the majority of the trip, but it was still relaxing. If the scene wasn't enough to vitalize your soul, the happiness and pure joy of my grandma would have been.
To my sister for all your love and help in making this trip a reality
To my aunt for organizing this whole trip
To my dad for building this cabin and situating us close to Grandma
To my grandma for loving us all so well
One last note: in 2012, I wrote a short essay for my english class that then got submitted to a national competition. The essay was centered around the most beautiful place in America -- Tonseth Lake, Minnesota. It won through to the top ten, earning me and my sister a trip to Washington, D.C.
It was one of the easiest essays I have ever written, just describing the beauty of that secluded spot.
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A wonderful trip, over too soon. Here's to next year, Grandma!