2.02.2008

Men’s weekend… and me

A tradition at Bernie’s cabin is the annual (or somewhat annual) men-only bike trip. It often includes me, since we have the cabin next door. We used to ride with the group, and actually introduced them to our favorite place to ride, Banner Forest. It’s now a favorite with the guys, too.

When we got to the lake, it was shrouded in snow. Snow piled deep around the cabin, where it had slid off the roof. And the lake was frozen, and covered in snow. We've only seen this a couple of times since we bought our cabin.














I wish I'd felt better today. We hung out with the guys, talking and enjoying ourselves, but I wasn't hungry, and didn't want to drink (although I had a glass of red wine with Bernie). They all grilled huge steaks, potatoes, and Greg made a huge green salad with chicken and peppers. We did bratwurst. Everyone sat indoors to eat and talk—with all the snow, it was too cold to be outside (but not too cold to light up the fire and cook outdoors, one of Bernie's favorite things to do!).















I enjoyed listening to them, but I didn't talk much, and once when I was in the kitchen, Bernie came up behind me and whispered in my ear: "You really don't feel good, do you?" Nope. But not sick enough to miss out on a gathering of my favorite guys.

I stayed until 8:30, then gave it up. We only brought one lantern with us, so Dave walked me back to the cabin. Then he walked back to spend the evening down by the fire with the guys.

Sunday morning, the guys walked over to see if we needed help digging the truck out; Dave had moved it up the hill to the turnaround, where we'd have a better shot at the hill, so we had no problems. Bernie said they had to dig out their trucks—they parked one behind the other in a line up the driveway, and the last one in line couldn’t get traction.

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