Labor Day spent snuggly in my uncle's cabin in Northern Michigan.
Crisp mornings: fresh eggs, sausage, and pancakes drizzled with sweet tapped syrup straight from my uncle's maples.
Crisp nights: venison charred over the fire, peach cobbler, and marshmallows as big as your fist.
hammock
wildflowers
bonfire
birch trees
and those stars...
hammock
wildflowers
bonfire
birch trees
and those stars...

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