In an effort to satiate your unquenchable lust for all things cabin-related, here are a few more photographs. These are from our friends the Bergs, who were apparently there.

Is this what Bridgette and I really look like when we’re standing together? Can that be right? Is our marriage a sin?

Brent escaped in the early morning hours a few times during our stay to fish in the cozy hamlet of Federal Dam, MN (note: not the Federal Dam, just Federal Dam). On Monday, he came back with this mammoth pike-beast, with the wiggling ability of the late James Brown and the eyes of Satan himself. Then he killed it with his knife.

After our propane grill broke, we had to improvise and cook over the campfire. In this photograph, Brent is wantonly watching the fire cook our burgers into tender brown patties of dripping loveliness. His grilling was supple, his smile was charming, and eagerness was inviting.

Todd was somewhat less thrilled, however…