A Trip Down Golden Lane

The Cedarleaf family cabin sits at the end of Golden Lane on Golden Lake. I'm not kidding. Who wouldn't want to spend a long weekend at a sweet little stuga down Golden Lane?! Not to mention our trip was spent with my dear parents and sister and brother's families at this very special place. My family has been trekking out to Golden Lake since before I was born - even all the way from Portland when we lived there, a mere 36 hour drive each way. It was and always is worth it.

Learning to pump on the new kids' swing with Gaga

Chris whipped out this "stocking cap" for Phelan when we were greeted with cold, wind & rain after packing for hot lake weather.

Reading with Dad

Snuggling in the sling with Mama

Cousin Sanne was thrilled at all the baby-sized stuff we brought for Phelan...and her baby dolls.

Stories with Boompa

Ellis caught four (tiny) fish and even "the one that got away," a biggie that put up a little too good of a fight for Ellis to reel in.

This year, with Ellis, Owain and Sanne all over the age of 2, there were more shenanigans and good times among the cousins, bringing back memories of my own "firsts" at Golden...fishing with Grandpa Cedarleaf (now fishing with Boompa), looking for tadpoles and minnows in the shallows, throwing and collecting rocks on the shore, snatching cookies from the kitchen, swimming until it was too late and too cold to be in the water any longer, staying up late and scratching mosquito bites in my sleep. It is always so hard to leave, and I watched Ellis struggle with saying goodbye ("but why can't we just stay here forever?") just as I always have when we finally make the bittersweet drive back down Golden Lane. 'Til next year...