Today we started the morning off with oven-baked French toast and coffee made by Neil's grandma Myrt. At breakfast, we were joined by Pete and Sylvia and their two daughters Audrey and Valerie. Neil's grandpa Dave told me stories in the style of older men, like the kind my dad tells. Like the story about the porcupine at the cabin who's "out to get him" and the bear who chased him until "his hat blew off and he had to leave." Neil's response when he first heard this last one was, "What kind of hat was it?" Later Neil and Brian took me into the carriage house to show me all the old furniture that their grandpa restores. We went into Cloquet to get fishing licenses and groceries. Neil and Rusty went to the bait shop while I went to Wal-Mart with Barb, Brian, and Jana because I realized this morning that I had forgotten something very important - underwear. I quickly bought some in a package. They were labeled size 6, but they're huge on me; I have to roll up the sides and they droop anyway. It's like boxer shorts for girls. But as Jana keeps reminding me, it's better than none at all! We finally got out to the cabin. Right away, Brian, Neil, and I set off in the canoe. We ended up over by another lake on the other side. We were looking at a man-made waterfall when Neil said, "I'm going to take a pee; don't follow me." That tended to be the theme of the morning. We went all around Sterle Lake. The first half was on a gravel trail that was relatively easy for walking. Then we ended up going through a swamp, during which Brian decided to take a "don't follow me" adventure in the same vein as Neil's. Some other highlights include me saying, "Swamp people are bad." There was lots of jumping over wet spots, and whoever was in front warning the others of wet spots. At one point Neil got halfway out into the swamp and started shouting, "Oh shit! Shit! Don't follow me!" There was quite a bit of swearing and muddy, soaked shoes. Brian managed to get sixty ticks on himself (we counted)! We would stop every five minutes and say, "Tick check!" I think, for some reason, ticks like guys better. I only had a few. We finally got back to the cabin, wet, tired, and hungry. There were more people at the cabin than before. Pete and Sylvia with Audrey and Valerie, the grandparents Radford as well as the grandparents Paulson. There was a potluck lunch with ham and pasta salad and fresh strawberries. In the afternoon, Neil and I tried and failed to fit both of us in the hammock, but not without a lot of hugging and laughing. Then we "went for a walk." I'll leave your imagination to figure that out. :) Going fishing in the canoe was the next thing we did. I kept getting distracted by the eagles and loons, so I didn't catch much. Neil caught a lot of perch though. I got a picture of the biggest one. Neil's highlight of the evening was foil dinners when we came back. He's been telling me about them since we started dating! Neil insisted on making mine for me so I would have a good one. It was sweet of him, and they were pretty much amazing. By then it was time to go to bed.