Wasn't Quite the Same

Traditionally, my Dad's side of the family goes to my Grandpa's Cabin every year for Memorial Day and Labor Day. We usually go the Sunday before, stay up late playing games and talking, sleep overnight, and then wake up to the best breakfast feast with my Grandpa's famous delicious pancakes. I have missed out the past couple of years because I usually have to work. However, I lucked out this year and they gave me Labor Day off.

After watching the weather forecast, I knew it would be rainy. Nearly every Memorial Day is wet so this wasn't going to put a damper on things. I just packed my clothes that could get muddy in case we decided to go on the ATVs. (Although I am sort of against them since there are so many accidents that end up at my work.)

So we drove the 1.5 hours up there and it was a nice day...sunny, almost a little too warm. We set out the table and started getting ready for dinner. As we were grilling our steaks, the clouds started rolling in and it started to sprinkle.

Then it started to rain....and then it started to POUR. So we hurried and finished up using the grill and sought shelter in the cabin. Then something happened that none of us anticipated...

The power went out.

Now, I know that man has survived many thousands of years without electricity. But we were very ill prepared. There was not a candle in the entire place. And the only flashlights we had were emergency ones from peoples cars that were nearly out of batteries. So we were all using the lights of our cell phones and ipods to stumble around the cabin. It was still raining so bad, and I believe that we all had hope that it would somehow turn on by the morning so that my Grandpa could make us his incredible pancakes. So we didn't really think about the possibility of leaving.

After sitting around talking for awhile we decided to turn in for the night. Everyone slept horrible! It rained most of the night and someone got up to go to the bathroom at least every hour. Since it was dark, each bathroom breaker made loud noises stumbling around in the dark. AND, after I woke up with each of them it took me about 15-20 minutes to get back to sleep.

We awoke very tired and sad. The power had not miraculously turned on during the night. My Grandma was devastated. She was trying to find a way to be able to cook the breakfast. We all finally decided to go to my Grandparents house (about 30 min away) to eat the famous breakfast. It was delicious, but not quite the same. There is nothing like eating Grandpa's Pancakes with the trees all around you and the smell of truly fresh forest air.

Oh well....Happy Labor Day anyway.