Noah and I went to the Goin family cabin on Pipe Lake for the 4th once again this year. My grandparents built it (with their bare hands!) (Grandma was one tough German cookie) in 1956, so I've been going there since I was an infant. Like, my birthday is May 21st, and I have a feeling my very first Memorial Day was spent up there. Having traversed Highway 8 eleventy nine times in my life, there are certain landmarks I enjoy seeing along the way. Thesse are kind of out of order, but it's my Monday and frankly I don't give a rat's ass.
Lindstrom's water tower is a tea kettle! How Swedishy and quaint!
I don't enjoy seeing this sign unless I'm coming up from Iowa.
Our McMansion. I can't stop smiling when I see it for the first time every year.
Nothing like driving on gravel for a nice smooth ride!
This is the point where I get giddy to the point Noah threatens to slap me stupid (OMG kidding).
When I was younger this house had mint green trim on the windows so I called it the gingerbread house. I assume it is not made of gingerbread as it has not been eaten by bears as of yet.
Redneck yacht club!
A couple of jackasses.
Pipe Dream Center...not sure if that was intentional or not...
This house is a trip. It's so dilapidated I'm surprised it can hold up that satellite dish.
Always thought this was pretty.
It's the turn off of 8! Eeeeeee!
See, because my husband's name is Noah...get it? GET IT?!
Rocks.
Almost to Wisconsin!
Yup. Rocks.
Eichten's, for all your cheese and bison needs.
Raise your hand if you remember when this was an A&W!
This was the Dinerbel - one L - until this year because they hate me and want to whiz all over my childhood memories by changing their name.
Terrible picture of a cute little gift shop called Gustaf's. Seriously, did Stevie Wonder take that?
And the DQ which will forever be known as "The One Robin Williams Stopped In When He Was in Hazelden."
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