A Weekend in the Woods . . .

. . . where childhood memories are made.

Some of my favorite childhood memories were made at the "old cabin" in Steamburg, NY.

Now we have our own "new cabin" just up the road to continue the traditions.

The new cabin is a little less rustic than the old cabin.

It has satellite TV, cherry cabinets, and hardwood floors.

I call it "camping-Lisa style."

But some things will never change . . .

the magic of the Allegheny foothills.

I can remember my parents taking us to the fish hatchery when we were little.

Now I get to take my own daughter there.

It was either the nostalgia or the fish smell in the air, but I got a little misty eyed.

We took our quarters over to the dispenser and bought food to feed the fish
(only when I was little it cost a dime.)

We took tractor rides . . .

flew down the hill on the slip-n-slide . . .

roasted marshmallows in our pajamas . . .

and went fishing at the same pond where I fished when I was little.

Megan got her first fishing pole and caught her first fish.

So did Colin.

Colin also hooked a cool turtle.

We all marveled and then threw him back to nature.

The only bad part about the whole weekend . . .

having to come home.