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By the time construction wrapped up last fall at The Minne Stuga, I squeezed into the cabin to start taking pictures in between guest stays. However, the green leaves had given way to bare trees, and the grass, which barely had time to grow, had gone...

I decided one day, 7 months or so ago, that I was going to start making hummus instead of buying it. I didn’t say it out loud because I didn’t want to be held accountable to such a huge habit shift. Habit shifts are hard and often unsuccessful. In fact...

I know, I know. I’m late. We’re at the end of cold season and citrus season and winter season. But after our 37th cold of the season, or what felt like it, I had an idea. What if I started making my own immunity shots. There had to be a way without buying...

I hope you wore your snow boots and puffy vest. We’re going to crunch around the outside of the cabin, between the tall trees and beneath the Milky Way, where the sky blackens to a darkness I barely know from living in the city. Where the trees wrap...

As you wind through a sea, the parted green sea of tall evergreens, and pull up to the cabin, there’s a big homemade sign peaking out of this room letting you know you’ve arrived. “Way up north,” it says. Which is only really true if you’re coming from...