As you may recall, I spent my weekend at a remote cabin with a few friends and Kevin. As you have safely assumed, the time was ill-spent and unpleasant.

In addition to the photographs that Ted has already shared, here are several images from our time in Bena, MN. They are awful.

In this picture, you can see a group of friends relaxing at dusk and watching the sun set over Lake Winnibigoshish. Also you can see Adam’s truck in the distance, moments before we slipped it into neutral and pushed it off the cliff into the lake in a flawlessly-reasoned practical joke.

On Sunday, Todd broke out his scuba gear for a thorough search of the Winnibigoshish lakebed. In a completely unexpected development, apparently there are a bunch of rocks down there.

Here you have a snapshot of life inside the cabin. In the foreground, people are playing Ticket to Ride, a strategy game of railroad ownership while plowing through a bag of specially seasoned pretzels prepared by my wife. In the background, a bunch of women are probably gossiping about me.

Here, Ted sniffs deeply from the noxious fumes emanating from the unknown contents of this container of canned turkey. It appeared to be a sludgy, congealed grease of some sort. My point is that I cannot understand why my wife doesn’t find meat more appealing.