I’ve had the idea for a couple years now to take the Grandfolks out to a cabin for a weekend of camping. This year, I finally got around to booking the place and making it happen. We did so much camping this year, I thought one more capstone weekend would be nice.
And it was!
Here’s a look at our cabin, which was nestled in the woods on the end of a row of cabins at French Creek State Park, about an hour west of our usual stomping grounds.
I think it’s well established here that my family’s schedule is crazy. So the way things worked out, I took a day off on Friday, and headed up to the cabin with the Grandfolks on Friday afternoon. My dear, sweet, long-suffering taxi driver wife got to come up with the kids Saturday evening, and then take off early Sunday morning for a soccer game and Nutcracker rehearsals.
As for the cabin, it was Spartan – no TV, no radio, no phone – but had all the essentials.
Since it was just the three of us Friday evening, we got to enjoy the rarest of treats – a two-hour dinner, preceded by cocktail hour. For once in my life, I had nowhere else to go, no kid to pick up. (Thanks again to Chelsea for keeping up with everything on the home front so I had this opportunity!)
I cooked dinner, and the Grandfolks were kind enough to do the dishes.
We sat together in the living room after dinner, and I started falling asleep mid-conversation. So at the ripe hour of 9:00 at night, I headed for bed, and proceeded to sleep about 10 hours. Glorious!
Tomorrow: Hopewell Furnace.