Weekends like that are what I’m going to miss about Minnesota, and what will make me return every summer no matter where I am.

Another successful fourth of July weekend that will go down in the books as the best one to date. Especially after me doubting the “funness” of the weekend, it blew the others out of the water.

Leaving Friday morning we knew traffic would be dreadful, but I don’t think we expected the 2.5 hour drive to end up being a 4.5 hour drive complete with a chat with cops, a urinating vehicle and four gallons of water.

We were about 45 minutes away from the cabin and sitting in traffic in Brainerd, right near the Kohls that was home to the late Paul Bunyan land – an amusement park that holds almost all of my childhood memories from Northern Minnesota. We were googling the definition of “Trifling” when we looked over and saw the driver of a camper starring and waving at us – that’s because our car was smoking. Josie’s reaction was the best and almost jumped out of the car with all of her belongings, Matt floored it onto the median and we all got out of the car. Turns out the radiator tube had falled off and the line of goo left on the highway was all of the coolant – hence the smoke. Matt and Bryan started walked to the gas station to get gallons of water while Josie and I held down the fort… until two police cars came to assist us.

They asked what was wrong. We weren’t really that sure and said words like tube, pipe, leak, coolant… all with a tone that made us seem very unsure about everything. They stayed with us until Matt and Bry got back. They she-cop wasn’t very kind, but the man-cop was quite entertaining.

From then on I knew the weekend would be a success.

We arrived and started to eat and drink (duh) and didn’t stop until Sunday at 2 a.m. The weekend included fireworks, beer pong, flip cup, wii tennis, drunken jenga, beer pong in a lagoon, jet skis, boat rides, someone actually cooking the chicken, uncooked queso dip, smelly boys, sunburns, 200+ beers, vodka drinks, moonlight, a gorilla man, trifling, failed flirting and more bruises and laughter than I ever thought would happen.

I love cabins. That’s the just of the weekend.