R and i spent this last weekend in a cabin up in northeastern wisconsin. the cabin, belonging to a friend's mom, has no electricity and no running water. it's got propane tanks that they've hooked up to a stove and to some lights in main room (i say "main room" like it's one of many but there's really the main room, the bedroom and a loft space). there's a driveway but it gets snowed in during the winter, so we had to snowshoe in about 1/2 mile. the place is tiny -- about 400 square feet -- and sits on a lake in the middle of the woods, with no one else to be seen. after six months in chicago, it was a welcome break from urban jungle. on day one, R and the dog frolicked about while I curled up on the couch with a cup of tea and my con law book. on day two, we went for a hike through the woods.
for breakfast on day two, we had pancakes with sausage. R made the meat, i made the pancakes. in keeping with family tradition, i used the last of the batter to make initials. i loved when my mom did that for us when i was a kid. an 'E' is particularly exciting because it can go from an E to an F to an L to an I. It was cool when I was seven and, somehow, it's still a good time.