Trip to Hill Lake

The Southern Lindbergs always like to head north to the cabin while we are in MN. I mean north too... almost to the Canadian Border. The cabin is a really neat place, built by Mike's dad out of scrap pieces and discounted lumber from the lumber yard where he worked for many years. Lots of weekends were spent building it, and lots of memories are a part of the cabin that was built when Mike was Savannah's age. (Around the cabin there are still some of Mike's old toys, now rusty yard ornaments, but cool none the less)

Mike's first catch of the trip. A Northern, we never measured it cause we didn't want to keep it.... but Mike was still proud that he wasn't getting skunked fishing off the dock, a place we have never had luck with in the past.

Mike had me hold the line while he went to get the camera and the scissors to cut the northern off the line. The other two fish that we caught that weekend we didn't get pictures of - a rock bass and a walleye. The walleye was the only one worth keeping, and he was a hungry little fellow. Mike was re-baiting the hook right after dusk, and as he threw it out and was re-baiting his second line, he couldn't fine the bobber. So he finished the second line thinking the first one was just in the weeds, but it turned out that within ten seconds of casting the line the walleye had taken the bait. So there he was after dark wrestling the fish, trying to get the net, trying to hold Savannah back so she didn't fall in the water and trying to shine the flashlight to see what he was doing.... needless to say another two arms was necessary.

That night we made a campfire and roasted hot dogs... or maybe it was the first night, before Mike's fishing catches.... I can't remember. Anyways, we made a campfire and Savannah and I helped drag down the wood for Daddy, and the two of them cuddled up next to each other to watch it burn.

Savannah has two pyromaniacs in her immediate family so I doubt there is much hope for her to grow up not liking campfires. :)

On Friday afternoon (we arrived on Thursday) Savannah had grown bored of sitting on the dock with Daddy and being in the cabin with Mommy (we hadn't brought many toys or kids books) so Daddy took her for a walk for rocks. Minnesota is the granite state (I think) so you could find little chunks of granite and agates all over the road and area. Savannah would pick the rocks up too, but to her they were eggs and agates. Too cute!

Then Savannah really got a kick out of washing the rocks. She started even pretending that the rocks were different foods that needed washing and then "cooking." My how she has started imitating Mommy and Daddy lately.

But then the "cooking" water ended up down the front of her.... so she pulled down her pants to make sure that her "doggy diaper" didn't get wet. Yes, Savannah is potty trained, but she wears diapers at night still. We were going to be a night or two short on diapers though so we had to buy a small package.... and she was so excited about them she wanted to wear them the entire time we were at the cabin.... (and we let her, cause we didn't want to have to pack all the extra diapers for the airplane ride home...)

And so them it was nap time... And boy were these two tired.

But Savannah stayed up and read for a while with Aunt Maggie who had joined us up at the cabin for the rest of the weekend.

Once I did wrestle her down for a nap, Savannah still was up before Zoe or I, and apparently Maggie and her fed the ducks while the two of us slept and Daddy fished some more...

Once everyone was up though, we went rock hunting again. There is a little abandoned rock quarry a very short drive away, where one can go rock hunting. ( Mike remembers going there all the time with his dad and other neighbors) We probably spent a good amount of the afternoon there, till everyone was hungry for dinner. Savannah ended up being the least interested.... she enjoyed the rock climbing and stuff but her attention span wasn't as long as the rest of ours.


That night we made another campfire, roasted marshmallows for s'mores and sat around the campfire talking... you know, the typical camping / cabin stuff. Then, we all packed up and went home the next morning. It was a great trip up to the cabin, but boy were we busy up there. By the time we made it back to Minneapolis, we were ready to back south where it was a little warmer. (It was long pants and sweatshirts the last day or two at the cabin.... especially at night.