THE LOVELY CRAZY

The past few weeks, whenever the mr and I have a free couple of hours, we have been hitting the countryside, in such of the best rivers (for me to play in and for him to fly fish) 

We have been to many, but this one is my new favorite. There is shade to sit in, sun to bath in, and hiking trails to hike. There are little wading pools, deep spots that are great for fishing, and lost and lots of the most amazing rock formations. And bonus, the was not a mere person in site, only a few cute little frogs.

 No matter that I think I broke the bottom of my foot walking barefoot in the water and jumping hard onto a rock, or that the mr came back with a touch of poison ivy (poison something). We still both love it and are looking forward to our next trip back with shoes and long sleeves!

You got any plans this weekend? If not, I am recommending that you hit a river. Bring a book, bring a picnic, and bring a little bucket for your river treasures. Soak up the last bits of the summer, take a break from the crazy, and just go. Trust, you will be happy you did.

Every year, the second weekend in August, the Stem family , siblings,  cousins, even my 94 year old grandmother makes the trip from Easton PA,  come  together at, what we call, “the cabin.” (It’s more a house, but it started out as a cabin) . Its a little crazy, but such a good fun time.

This cabin, oh this place is  magic. The air, the tree’s the streams, the mountains, and of course the people.  It’s all the things that I love about life. Some of my earliest memories are from this place. Hanging out with my siblings, running around the meadow or through the woods. Playing in the swinging holes. My grandfather pulling taffy or making orange juice box houses with my grandmother. The giant rocking chair that my uncle made and all of us kids used to play on.  So many camp fires and s mores. There are just so many memories because it’s been a part of my life, my whole life. It’s one of my favorite places in the world. 

A little background on the place (what I can remember) Sometime in the late 70’s, my uncle and my grandparents bought a big chunk of land on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere Vt.  After doing  some clearing of trees, they went to building a cabin. (my aunt, grandmother, and dad helped a bit too). It was amazing, but quaint. A 2 story situation with a kitchen living area and one door to get in and out. At some point  my grandparent ended up selling their share to my uncle and he took over the entry of the place. Over the years my uncle, (who is a carpenter, furniture designer,design professor,  and all out crazy amazing person), continured to work on the place. He has added on a kitchen, a second floor bathroom, new this, and that, but never has it once felt like a patchworker pieced together place. And now the place is more like a amazing craftsman home, with just the right touches of cabin, but with two running toilets, a beautiful kitchen, electricity and running water ( There is even internet access, which sucks, but still).It is a little gem nestled on a side of a tiny mountain in one the most beautiful places. 

So an awesome cabin in the woods with a bunch of crazy, but awesome people= Stem family reunion. 

Here are some pictures of the shenanigans.. 

This past weekend, the mr, the pup, and I grabbed our stuff, chucked it into the back of the car and took of to the wood. 

We ended up in Waterbury, at Little River State Park. Campsite 77 (the last one they had available!!) And from that we think, the best spot in the park. 

First things first, set up camp. which involved the mr. popping up the tent and me making coffee and setting up the table.. Just cause we are in the woods doesn’t mean we can’t have a fruit bowl, right.

Then we spend the afternoon kicking around.. Into the woods we went. This place had so many hiking trails, we just let the pup lead the wayHe usually knows where he is going.

After a long afternoon of hiking and romping, we make our way back to our outdoor home for food. Dinner consisted of potato and sweet potato, squash and onions, kale, salsa and beans.  It couldn’t have been any better. We did forget plates, but no matter, we managed.

Of course we needed to take an after dinner hike to the river and swim the pup. (We think he might be part fish)

He spent about an hour fetching stick and making sure that he couldn’t possibly smell any worse.

Playing with my camera and sticks. Then off to the tent for the three of us. (holy hell did the dog smell like shit)

Another morning hike and some time spent just hanging on the river. The mr fished, the pup swam and I collected rocks.

And then we went home, washed off the filth, and assed out…Then Washer got sick, but that’s a whole other story.

Camping is the best. I could live in a tent all year long. (not really all year long.. I would surely freeze to death)

So if you are thinking of camping, I highly recommend going to Little River State Park.

-C

For a little while now, we have been telling this lady (my little sis) we would take her to the big city up north. She had never been, (which is crazy cause we live so close) and wanted to just explore and take some pictures. So last week when she finally finished school for the summer, the mr, this lady, and I made the trip.

 I guess the best way to start a little road trip is with a bowl or egg noodle covered in the smelliest teriyaki sauce ever ( it was 9 in the morning). Gross as hell, but i give her credit for creativity. This lady has a fantastic (and pretty freaking dirty) mind. 

And really, what’s a trip to Montreal without stopping at Ikea. It’s like a house ware themed playground. So much tomfoolery! 

The mr. wants to know, “is it really frozen yogurt, cause it’s too good to be yogurt?” The lady just wants an Ikea closer so she can eat ice cream and hot dogs all day, everyday. 

The balls we plastic and full of water….and after wondering aloud if the balls ever dropped, this one fell onto my head.

Once in the city, we parked and set out on foot. The goal for the day was to walk, see some cool shit, and get a good cup of coffee. All of which we did. So after a few hours, tired, hot and sun burnt (we forgot the sunscreen), we dragged ass back to the car and drove home.

Until next time. (maybe we’ll take her to a strip club)

-C

The Mr. and I went and took ourselves on a rainy day nature adventure. He did some fly fishing (worst day ever for fishing) and I did some wondering.  It was fantastic. And the Mr, only lost one fly and I managed only about a dozen mosquito bites!   Nature days are the best!

And then as we were leaving, the clouds broke and the sun came out. It was kind of perfect.