This past weekend I drove up Spanish Fork Canyon with my bestie Jesika to go and spend a few nights at her family cabin. First off, can I just say how much I effin love cabins? You see, I am the baby in my family and so I missed out on all the fun family trips to Lake Powell, visiting my grandparents in Flagstaff, camping, ALL THAT JAZZ. Since I don’t have very many bonding memories with my own family roughing it out in a cabin, houseboat, or tent — I find that I am always SUPER excited when I get invited to encroach on someone else’s family and make those memories. (#whitegirlproblems)
Anyways, here are some pictures from the trip. The cabin sat honestly 10 feet from the lake (which was freeeeeezing). I guess it’s the fullest it has been for a long, long time.
No better way to celebrate the 4th of July weekend. I love my “adopted” family.