Everybody has a happy place. That place that you think of when you were in 7th grade health class and they had you do meditation. For some it is the sunny beaches of the Bahamas, and for others the life filled streets of NYC. Others imagine reeling in the 45 lb King Salmon in Alaska or exploring the Amazon. I have done all of these, and yes they all have their individual pleasures none of them compare to the peaceful consistent beauty of the Family Cabin on the Weber River.
The Cannons have been going up to this
area for over 100 years. From the early days as the summer grazing fields of my
great grandpa John M Cannon’s livestock to today little has changed in this
valley.
As a kid we would spend almost two weeks of our summers up at the
Weber Cabin with my aunts and uncles and cousins. Those were some very happy
times.....Listening to Uncle Paul sing, Uncle Dee's Blueberry Pancakes, playing
Rook with Grandpa, hiking with Uncle Joel, talking for hours with Aunt Doralee,
Grandma's fudge, listening to Uncle Kim tell stories, looking at Aunt Colleen's
fabulous photography, walks with Uncle Val and even the occasional quick visit
of Uncle Mike......these were the best of times. As the family grew bigger and
bigger the three bedroom one bathroom cabin groaned under the sheer number of
people that we tried to cram into it. The decision was made to move to the next
generation, so instead of me going up as a nephew and a cousin, I am now the
uncle and brother. I am not going to lie I miss seeing my cousins and aunts and
uncles. The cabin is not so much the pine wood panels or the non OSHEA approved
windows that fall down into the walls that make it the cabin, it is the people
and the knowledge that you are stuck with these people in a tiny remote cabin
with only one toilet that make the cabin the cabin.
Ok now that we have all that sentimental crap behind us let’s see some
pictures of this year’s cabin trip.
Let’s start with some of Cass’s flower shots.
We hiked up to the Medow one of my favorite hikes
Well I started out this post talking about how I missed having the
older generation up at the cabin and I want to end this post by saying how glad
I am that along with the shift in generations I have picked up another title,
not just uncle or brother but husband. This is Cassandra’s second year up at
the cabin but first as a fully fledged Cannon. There is nothing like sharing
your favorite place in the whole world with your favorite person in the whole
world. This picture sums up our time at the cabin perfectly, thumbs up and
relaxing TOGETHER.