A Cabin Story 18 Apr
Published in Blog

Story by Molly Hoeg, / Photos by Jack Rendulich

“Wanna come up to the cabin?” It was a phrase I always wanted to hear from my friend Kay when we were kids growing up in Duluth.

I loved doing the Minnesota thing, going up to her family cabin north of the city for a weekend or a week. That cabin stayed in my memories, even as time and distance separated Kay and me.

Little did I know, 50 years later when our friendship was rekindled, those same words would still thrill me.

Much has changed, of course, in the intervening years. The cabin I remember was built in 1960 by Kay Harris’ grandparents, Gertrude and Norman Johnston, as a family retreat.