
There's this house, it's not in tip-top shape but it works and has plumbing (usually).
The family who owns it built it many years ago.
It sits in some dark woods near a man-made lake and a farm with cows and corn.
Sometimes animals (like a ruffed neck grouse) think they own the place.
A bunch of carp in a big bowl also think they own the place.
The ducks walk on the fish there.
Sometimes your Dad will make you ride your bike 12 miles with no speeds or gears when you're there.
You can have a big fire and roast marshmallows and play charades there.
Extended family relatives own a nice farm and house a few towns over.
Bring a flashlight.
You MUST wear bug spray there.
Fishing is fun there.
Swimming at the state park and cooking out by the swing set is also also a must.
Watch for tree roots or you'll fall on your face.
Don't mind the daddy long-leggers (they think they own the place, too)
Don't bother bringing your cell-phone.
Do bother bringing toilet paper.
You better bother bringing replacement beer for the fridge.
Oh yeah- the fridge is from 1800 and has about 6 tons of ice in it.
Definitely visit: The Golden Dawn, the Driftwood restaurant, ANY soft serve icecream joint, the Spillway, Elvis beach, and the bait shop, and the old Isaly's-which is currently called Rose's Cafe or something?
Take the dog for a swim when you're there or you're a jerk.
Elvis was an awesome family dog who loved the cabin so much that he is buried there and he has a beach named after him there, too.
There are raspberries and blackberries in the back-woods if you're brave enough to plow through.
There's probably a canoe-also from 1800- sitting on the side of the house still.
Professors? Any other pre-visit lessons for the freshmen?
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ok i've studied! hope i pass this test on the first try...
Do bother to make a mental note of beer distributer locations, and closing times.
If you go to the can in the middle of the night, do not be surprised to find a big brown bear-like animal snoring in your sleeping bag.
Do close the rear window on your pickup so that the incredible soaking-wet flying retrievers of the great north woods do not gain entry to your truck cab.
Don't be startled by the creepy Steer/Cow/Bull skull in the big bed room... Legend has it, while walking up the trail the wild beast was so stunned at the fact that Uncle Mike's hideous odor overwhelmed even its own that it fell dead of shock. Uncle Mike then proceeded to call his four brothers and their spawn to join him for a great feast... I was too young to remember....
hahahahahahahhahaha brilliant
if someone shouts out a state name - your reply should be the capital of that state!
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