We only have three nice weekends a year here in Minnesota.
This is how we spend them.
Everyone knows someone with a cabin. And if you don't, you rent one. Preferably one with high speed wireless internet.
When you go to these cabins, you typically hike, fish, kayak, canoe, stare at the lake, stare at the fire, stare at the sun until you go blind, read, and knit.
Sometimes cabins even have a special fish cleaning building, so as not to sully your otherwise pristine lakefront property.
Sometimes, if you're lucky, cabins even come with beautiful water views straight from the front door.
Just to prove my trustworthiness, I did not move the child's shoes and socks that cluttered this photo.
I'll be spending the entire evening here, thank you very much.
Maybe doing a little of this:
Until this happens involuntarily and your husband secretly takes your picture and you discover it on your hard drive when you're uploading your photos.
Tomorrow, I intend to try my hand at a little fishing.
Because there are so many lakes in this fine state, the fish practically beg to be caught. Even the fish are Minnesota Nice.
In fact, fishing here is much like this:
I'll let you know how many I snag.