Last I left you, we were headed out to the cottage. Lindsey mentioned that we (the Americans) kept calling it a cabin but it felt very cabin-y to me because I could see myself 1) having a great time there and 2) getting murdered there.
If someone was chasing me, I would never make it down the dark, bumpy, dirt road to leave this cottage. Long, breathless run to safety or quick death by chainsaw? I think we all know the right choice here.
We got to the cottage pretty late Friday night, so we unpacked Evan’s truck, hung out for about an hour, and pretty much called it a night.
Lindsey and Evan rented a pontoon boat for the weekend, which I was super excited about.
I love a good, leisurely boat ride to nowhere. We all got up early(ish), had a delightful breakfast at a nearby diner, and got ready for our day of pontooning. Everyone was at max leisure on the boat.
After we got back to the dock, naps were had.
And sunsets were watched.
Much of the same leisuring was done the next day. That cottage is so dang relaxing, I see why Lindsey and Evan want to spend all their time there. I will be inserting myself into future cottage weekends from now on.
We left the cottage for the condo late Sunday after a bonfire and multiple s’mores. Cely had a super early flight home and hubs and I left around noon. I’m always sad to leave because I always have so much fun when I visit. I want to move in with Lindsey and Evan and have them entertain me forever. I think Pepper was sad to see us go too.