Every year around this time, my family assembles at a family cottage on a small lake in western Michigan. My siblings stretch from coast to coast and this is sometimes our only chance for all our family to come together. I will be without internet and even cell phone reception (unless you stand at the top of the stairs in just the right spot), but have left you with a daily photo or two and a little story of past vacations
Flash forward a few years from yesterday. Our first “family” vacation. We camped two nights somewhere in Ohio: Neither my husband nor I can recall where, but I am thinking an hour north of Columbus. This is Mira’s first creaking experience with many under her belt since. I remember her squeals of delight as the cold water soaked through her shoes.