Canyon Lake

This weekend Emily and I went up north to the Brainerd area, to a friend's cabin on the Whitefish chain of lakes, in northern Minnesota.




The lay of the land is so very glaicial. But this is hard to imagine when it's in the mid-90s two hours north of Minneapolis. Sadly I forgot my fishing license and our friends couldn't find theirs. But we still had fun tooling around in the boat and going swimming. It was weird though, because it really felt like we were on Canyon Lake in south Texas. I had to keep reminding myself we were up north.

Our friends have a three year-old daughter who recently cut her own hair. The result was a mullet. So whenever the boat got up to a decent speed, I'd encourage her to shout "ROCK AND ROLL!!" She was more than happy to oblige which really complimented her haircut.