Cabin Weekend: The Ultimate Slow Moment of Summer

You know, we take this little weekend trip to the cabin every summer now and though most of what we do is routine — arrive by 3, beer in hand by 3:30, puzzle, dinner on the grill, breakfast on the front porch, reading on the side porch, walk down to the river, nap, puzzle, listen to the Rockies game, repeat — the small details change from year to year, so that I can remember and love each trip individually.

This year, we had the most perfect sunshiny warm weather — though those mornings on the porch were still crisp in the most refreshing way — we made tacos (because: Taco Summer!), ate peach galette, took a drive where sun-drenched valley spilled into sun-drenched valley spilled into sun-drenched valley, read on a bench that overlooked the stream, saw the most hummingbirds ever, drank kombucha, learned to play Yahtzee, put together an 80’s-themed puzzle, ate yogurt bowls by Joey’s request (!!!) and as always, came home feeling relaxed and recharged.

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Cabin Weekend Things

We turn left and find ourselves in a quiet valley, a herd of cows grazing on one side, a sparking stream on the other, and a blazing blue sky above it all.  We pull out two chairs, cheers our beers, pull out our books and settle into relaxation mode.  We fire up the grill, throw on some burgers, turn the radio to the Rockies game, dump the puzzle pieces out onto the table.  We wake to a chill in the air, boil water for coffee, flip the pancakes then settle into our chairs on the porch, to take in breakfast and the fresh air of a morning in the mountains.

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We read for hours, break for a walk to the stream, talk about how “we should learn to fish!” before trekking back up the hill and remembering how steep it is.  We find a bench three-quarters of the way up, a new addition that our lungs greatly appreciate as we sit, look out onto the valley and catch our breath.  The afternoon is a blur of sunshine, page turning, napping, puzzle pieces and our “Cabin Jams” playlist.  Happy Hour hits and we pull out the makings of a cheeseboard (roughing it, what’s that??), crack open a bomber to share and, prompted by the book I’m reading, ask ourselves “if you had amnesia and couldn’t remember the last 10 years of your life, what would you most surprised about?”  “I’M MARRIED?!”

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We finish the puzzle while dinner cooks — charred shishitos, sriracha mayo, grilled steak — I make Joey read a chapter of his book outloud to me, even though I have no idea who these characters are or what’s happened in the first half of the book.  We pull out the deck of cards for Uno — I get destroyed 300-25 or something ridiculous like that — then move on to an epic game of Jenga that I was pretty sure would last forever.  It’s THIRTY-THREE stories later when I cause the whole thing to fall and I’m the loser AGAIN.  We end the night with blueberry galette and a toasty fire.  I realize I’m 400 pages into the book I was worried about finishing in three weeks.

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It’s another chilly morning, but the coffee is strong, the pancakes are even better the second time around and I’m feeling rested, re-energized and so so happy.  We pack up and hit the road to head home but I’m determined to take this relaxed version of myself back into “real life.”  This has been another weekend at the cabin, a time I look forward to all year, moments I treasure forever and such an amazing way to celebrate the end of another summer.

Tell me, what did you do this weekend?!