fishie, fishie in deer lake

. . . let me take you home to bake.

that was what i used to chant when i was little and went fishing with my dad at our cabin. i think it's my customized version of a real nursery rhyme, but i couldn't tell you what it was.

in any case, i am attempting to get outta dodge today for the real minnesotan experience: going up north. we're heading up with some family to spend the rest of the week/weekend fishing and playing cards and reading and all those lazy summer cabin things that people here do.

"up north" also means "no access to anything remotely technological," so there won't be any posts, probably until sunday. there is no such thing as the internet, and my cell phone works only intermittently up there. we get, i think, one station, which comes out of duluth (two and a half hours away). so it's total unpluggedness. think of it as kd unplugged, like when mtv actually had good music programming. (not that i don't love my hills...but we could use some good videos here and there).

have a wonderful rest-of-week, and i'll be saving up some stories for posts when i get back!