The cabin was moist.
Kelly and I just got back from my Grandmother’s cabin up on Little Ossipee Lake in Maine. Out of the blue we decided to make the impromptu journey and visit for the afternoon. Although our original intention was to run to take advantage of the lake, we opted to read our books on the porch and laugh at all the boaters who were getting drenched by the surprise downpours that swept through the valley every few minutes. Once I finished my book and Kelly finished her chapter, we ate dinner and then jumped in the lake to cool off.
