The first weekend of August/last of July, my mom and her sister, my cousin and I took a trip up to the UP (Upper Peninsula of Michigan) to visit my Grandparents at their cottage in the middle of nowhere (Iron River).
The grandparents regularly have a list of chores (shoveling gravel, cutting the grass, staining the deck) and in between them we jump in the lake as a reward and a refresher.
Below are just a few photos taken by my dear cousin from our adventure to the UP.
Having gone up there every summer as a child, it evoked such nostalgia to go again.
The grandparents regularly have a list of chores (shoveling gravel, cutting the grass, staining the deck) and in between them we jump in the lake as a reward and a refresher.
Below are just a few photos taken by my dear cousin from our adventure to the UP.
Me proudly displaying and devouring my chocolate-covered Twinkie at the Northernmost point of Lake Michigan on our drive up.
My Grandparents' cottage in Iron River, Michigan.
Stanley Lake from their deck.
My aunt and I zooming through the property with a load of gravel. ("Zooming" meaning puttering along at 10 mph)
Grandpa and I testing out my skills as a marksman on an unsuspecting milk carton.
My cousin and one of our incredible "schmoes".
Mine having just disappeared.
The Rodeo Days parade of Iron River brought out the best of the city... 
Admiring Stanley Lake the evening before my long drive home.
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