17 May 2013 Weekend at the Shack

Our arrival at the Shack Friday night (around 10pm) included fallen trees, an impassible road, torrents of rain, thunder, lightening, and AC buzzing our way through with his new chainsaw (thank you, Grand-mère!). We made it to the Shack itself shortly before midnight. (Sam: “It’s FUN staying up past midnight.”) The only casualty of our dramatic entrance: AC’s jeans. I only packed the one pair. Oops.