{"id":1513,"date":"2013-07-15T14:00:58","date_gmt":"2013-07-15T19:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.foell.org\/jessi\/?p=1513"},"modified":"2013-07-15T14:00:58","modified_gmt":"2013-07-15T19:00:58","slug":"the-cabin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.foell.org\/jessi\/2013\/07\/the-cabin\/","title":{"rendered":"The Cabin"},"content":{"rendered":"

In Minnesota, when you say you’re “at the cabin” people don’t assume you own the cabin. If I said that in any other state say, besides Wisconsin, people would assume you own a cabin. None of my family members own a cabin. They are a dime a dozen up here to rent.<\/p>\n

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While Justin spent four uninterrupted days working, Jules, Marlo and I headed up north to spend time at the cabin with my in-laws. Playing in sand, swimming, fishing, napping, hanging out with family, taking the paddle boat out and walking across the\u00a0Mississippi River headwaters<\/a>.<\/p>\n