Growing up, my grandparents owned a fishing resort up in northern Minnesota on the Lake of the Woods. Looking across the water you could see Canada just a few thousand feet away. The hodge podge group of cabins for rent included tiny 1 room shacks and a few hand me down trailer homes, all decorated in furnishings, bedding and kitchen supplies from the fifties and sixties. The resort is gone, but this trailer is on their property up there and it is still frozen in time. I hear the raccoons are trying to make it their home now.
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