Memorial Day weekend camping

For the past couple years, my dad and Nick have been going camping on Memorial Day weekend. They go with my dad’s friend Mike to a place he owns up in the mountains north of Scranton, about 3 hours away from our house. This year, I asked if I could tag along. It was Nick’s decision, and he graciously said yes. (There was some worry that having his dad along would make the weekend less fun.)

We drove up Saturday morning, and arrived mid-day. There was an impressive crowd there of about 30 people, all friends and family of the owners. The camping is primitive – there is no electricity and no running water onsite. However, there is a big barn-like cabin there, so we had plenty of space for sleeping:

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The cabin sits right on a lakefront, and the view from the porch looks like this:

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Accommodations are pretty sparse – we had a room in the upstairs loft of the cabin. Though there are some built-in bunk beds, we slept on cots my dad brought for us:

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But the lakefront setting is spectacular:

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That’s Nick out there on the dock. He spent a lot of time during the weekend catching minnows and salamanders in the lake with a net:

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In fact, he was still at it when evening came around:

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It was an incredibly peaceful weekend, and the weather was perfect all around.

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I’m glad Nick let me go with them!

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