Rice crispy treats are like the epitome of camping. They are always held in the left hand while the right hand holds an impaled marshmallow toasting above the bonfire. A vegan marshmallow, that is.
This labor day weekend, Mitch and I spent the night with Drake and Marina, two of our very bestest friends, and we had the lovely opportunity to spend it in Marina’s 110-year-old log cabin. This was a real life log cabin, people. It was everything I had always hoped a log cabin would be, equipped with creaking doors, spooky tapping sounds in the walls (squirrels running through the logs, Marina explained), and no cable or internet connections.