The Loggin Legacy

When Ryan was a kid, his parents had a place Up-North--a cute little chalet filled with memories, ski boot walking distance from Nubs Nob. About ten years ago, they sold it to a relative. Like, the whole thing in one tidy, cohesive package: every piece of furniture, wooden bear, tchochke, fork, all still positioned in the same foam memory of the previous owners. Since before Cass was Ollie's age, we've been going up there every winter and staying in the same "loggin" (Cass' brilliant word invention). I like to think about how it's all making some of the same imprints--the tree wallpaper, the sled hill out back, warming cold body parts in front of the same fireplace and under the same wool blankets. I don't know why that makes me so happy--an inheritance of shared nostalgia. Present and future.