I finally got to see my cousin's hideaway on May 23, 2015. She has some very rural property with her own stocked trout pond and a cabin not far from the pond. The cabin is in a stand of trees.
My cousin fishing from the dock. The fish were jumping out of the water. We could not convince them to switch from insects to hooks.
The cabin was built in the 1930s. She, and various family members, camp there and go fishing or hunting.
One last hurrah before packing up and heading back to town.