"C" is for Chillin' at the Cabin with the sister type Clan

So my sister knows this guy with a cabin and he said my sisters and I could borrow it for a couple of days so we abandoned our families and headed off over the mountain to this little sorta big place of nothingness really that is actually a really old volcanic crater in the middle of nowhere that has a big island named after some guy named Bill on one of it's many lakes that requires a key to get through the gate and over the causeway and has lots of roads and cabins ranging in size from little and dinky to ginormously huge where we hung out here for a couple of days and ate too much and slept too little and stayed in our jammies all day and talked a lot and played Party Pooper and Nertz and watched a chick flick and walked around the island and took boatloads of pictures of wildflowers and laughed hysterically and even ventured into "town" to see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at the Playmill theater after visiting all the various t-shirt shops in search of just the right "Yellowstone" sweatshirt and trying on every goofy hat we could find AND ate buffalo for dinner.

Burger style.

And we had SO much fun!

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