Every year, the second weekend in August, the Stem family , siblings, cousins, even my 94 year old grandmother makes the trip from Easton PA, come together at, what we call, "the cabin." (It's more a house, but it started out as a cabin) . Its a little crazy, but such a good fun time.
This cabin, oh this place is magic. The air, the tree's the streams, the mountains, and of course the people. It's all the things that I love about life. Some of my earliest memories are from this place. Hanging out with my siblings, running around the meadow or through the woods. Playing in the swinging holes. My grandfather pulling taffy or making orange juice box houses with my grandmother. The giant rocking chair that my uncle made and all of us kids used to play on. So many camp fires and s mores. There are just so many memories because it's been a part of my life, my whole life. It's one of my favorite places in the world.
A little background on the place (what I can remember) Sometime in the late 70's, my uncle and my grandparents bought a big chunk of land on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere Vt. After doing some clearing of trees, they went to building a cabin. (my aunt, grandmother, and dad helped a bit too). It was amazing, but quaint. A 2 story situation with a kitchen living area and one door to get in and out. At some point my grandparent ended up selling their share to my uncle and he took over the entry of the place. Over the years my uncle, (who is a carpenter, furniture designer,design professor, and all out crazy amazing person), continured to work on the place. He has added on a kitchen, a second floor bathroom, new this, and that, but never has it once felt like a patchworker pieced together place. And now the place is more like a amazing craftsman home, with just the right touches of cabin, but with two running toilets, a beautiful kitchen, electricity and running water ( There is even internet access, which sucks, but still).It is a little gem nestled on a side of a tiny mountain in one the most beautiful places.
So an awesome cabin in the woods with a bunch of crazy, but awesome people= Stem family reunion.
Here are some pictures of the shenanigans..
My boys. I long socks and sneakers… these guys know cool. 
Took the super cutie cuties out for an ice cream cone.
Our first bike ride picnic down on the waterfront. I love bike ride picnics!
So many succulents. I didn't actually buy any because I need to stop being a plant whore.
I have made a batch of 
It's been a long, packed, but very fantastic week. Everyday has been full of work, chores, family, and trying to get in a least one good bike ride or walk in. I made a list of a few important points to mention from the past week.
The mister and the worlds biggest crayon, which is made of scraps of blue crayons from all over the world. I could totally use a big ass crayon like this.
The coolest most badass 95 year old lady that I know (I know a few), Grammy Stem. And the little, getting a lift. (I could have used a lift too!)
Brothers. The guy in the green is my Dad.
Aftre dinner ice cream break.
The sky has been on point all week long
And made myself some veggie chips. The colors alone are delicious. 
And I am home. The mister and I woke up at 2:15 am Friday morning to drive to Easton PA and spend the weekend with family, going to the Crayola crayon factory, wondering a grave yard, and hearing some fantastic stories about my family from the mouth of my 95 year old grandmother. (I'll show some pictures and tell you some stuff later this week) Than we drove back late last night… I don't know how I am even awake right now...I am sooooo much tired! But that's how I work I guess. 
My forsythia bush in from of one of my houses… Always the first one to bloom. 
This is how washer sleeps in the warmer months.. All feet in the air. 
I ate it all and it was good.
Two pretty ladies
Veggies Plants!!!! 
Playing on the frozen lake. It was so freaking cold and windy, but we just had to do it!
Two of my favorite people in the world.
And I made brunch with 2 more of my favorites.
My little brothers (can I say little if they are bigger then me?) came over and we all had dinner together while listening to music from when they were born. Nothing like a few 17 year olds to make a person feel old.
Blooming daffodils. I love to watch my flowers open up, it's just as good as the flower itself.