In 1980 a young couple bought nine acres of land in northern Minnesota and built a cabin. A real cabin that is, with electricity, no plumbing, and the finest outhouse in Christendom. Over the years friends and relatives visited to share in the joy of mosquitoes and ticks. Eventually the cabin became the center for wilderness canoe fishing. A large dollop of humor and a seasoned hint of thought complete the stew of this memoir.