From a few days in a cabin on the other side of the Ben Franklin Bridge, we return home.

So, okay, it wasn’t entirely “in the woods” as a busy road passed by on one side and a lake opened up on the other, but we *were* in an authentic log cabin in the middle of a state forest, so we’ll say “in the woods” for now. We had a wonderful time – hiking in a pine wood forest; reading the next few chapters of Little House on the Prairie; roasting hot dogs, marshmallows, and potatoes; feeding ducks in the rain; wandering through an old milling village; making every meal with one pot, one griddle, and two sticks; singing by the fire…