Cabin fever: the lake.

Last weekend's trip to the cabin was pretty fun. No ghosts, no humidity--two notable ingredients in a good vacation. The weather was gorgeous for the lake and some jet skiing (with mixed results).

Our friends Tekla and Jennifer came with us, and we all enjoyed the dry air, eating outside, and two, yes, two trips to In-N-Out.

Me, Chris, Emily, Tekla, and Jennifer preparing for a day on the lake

Chris and Tekla on the boat

Kristin and Emily ride the jet ski

Dad, suiting up for his turn on the jet ski after helming the boat all afternoon

Emily, Jennifer, Kristin's boyfriend Bryan, Tekla, and Kristin

Me and Chis on the little island "campsite"

Chris on the jet ski

Turns out, riding a jet ski is very much like riding a motorcycle: lots of balance needed, constant fear of tipping over, an overwhelming sense that you're about to be hit by something bigger at any moment. I kinda felt the same about driving the jet ski as I did the mini-bikes that my dad made us ride at my grandparents' house growing up. I didn't want to, but I also didn't want to be the only one not doing it. And I was uncomfortable the whole time, both times. The picture above of Chris was taken after the jet ski--later found to be faulty, and which broke down the next day--threw Chris and his glasses into the lake. Only one of them emerged.

Haunted cabin.

The view from just down the street from the cabin.

We just booked tickets for a trip to California in July for a long weekend at my parents' cabin in Twain Hart. Our  friends Tekla and Jennifer are coming with us. The last time I went to the cabin with friends, we had a blast.Plus, there are enough rooms that everyone can sleep in a bed. Maybe with a ghost, even.

Everyone knows the cabin is haunted. If you didn't know, now you're "everyone." It's haunted. I've heard something, my dad's had some weird experiences, and my mom darn-near communes with the spirits every time she's there...though she would be mad that I'm telling people this, because it's hard to talk about your ghostly encounters without sounding insane.

The little lake down the street from the cabin.

Children with Adult Sensibilities

My 8-year-old niece and my dad, posing like an old-timey wedding photograph. Entirely her idea.

This is one of my favorite photos of these two.