When I was a kid, each summer my family would pack, what seemed to be everything we owned into the good old suburban, and travel to Minnesota to stay at this perfectly tiny little A Frame cabin.  Some of my favorite childhood memories come from those summers in that two- story cabin parked right on the lake.  Though I will probably never make it back to that particular cabin, there is something about an A Frame hideaway that will always have a special place in my heart.  Here is my tribute to the A Frame.

By Jenny Kleinknecht

 

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