Megan Bizub

Up North

Excitedly, I watched the green car pull into my driveway; I was going up north with my grandma. The trip to Porter’s Lake was a two-hour drive but we were delayed for twenty-minutes by a train. My grandma actually turned the car off and opened all the windows while we waited for it to pass. As we continued driving, we saw rolling fields, dairy farms, and small towns. Certain landmarks caught my eye, for example, Mullins Drive-In, the house with the red star, and the water park. Finally, we arrived at the long gravel driveway that leads to the little cottage in the woods. My grandma and I were not alone for very long, my uncle, aunts, and cousins soon filled every room. There were ten excited people in a small cottage and one tiny bathroom. It was only for two days, but it was scorching hot with no air conditioning. The lake kept us cool as long as we stayed in it. In the cottage, the window fans were our only relief. Yet we still found a way to have fun. I was either fishing, swimming, talking, or playing with my little cousin. I will never forget this weekend.