When we visit Mark's grandparents in International Falls, MN, we like to cross the border into Canada to visit the Bjorkman family in Attikokan. They're a bunch of Christian bush hippies who love God and know how to enjoy life, and we love visiting because they roll like we do; they live in the moment and say "yes" to adventure.
Karl's family owns a mineral prospecting business, so last-minute planning is standard procedure. Calls come in for next-day service. The team packs up their gear, hops a flight the next morning, and is prospecting by the following day. So, when we call 24 hours in advance to see if anyone is around for a visit, they're cool with it. Katrina was in Australia for geology school, but Karl and Nikki were around, along with their kids: Jess, Bjorn, "Bernie", Ruth, and Carla.
We love the whole bunch. Mark and I joke that Jess is the family ambassador. She's fun-loving, up for fun, knows how to shoot a gun, and has her own truck, boat, and ATV. Bjorn is trapper (minnows and leaches), carpenter (built his log home along with a gorgeous staircase), and gun-lover (taught me how to shoot a revolver... Sorry about the hole in your tarp... I really was aiming for the juice container). Ruth and "Bernie" (Veronique) live in Thunder Bay. Ruth loves horses and is expecting 3 colts soon, and Bernie is sweet and helps her brother with his trapping business. Carla is the baby of the crew and is finishing high school in a couple of years.
When Mark and I visit, we rack our brains hoping to find a God-loving eligible bachelor or bachelorette in our rolodex of friends, because, I'm telling you, this family is a catch. For example, Jess knows how to catch, filet, and cook a fish. She has her own boat, truck and ATV, and knows how to use them. This family isn't the stuffy kind of Christians who keep to themselves. They're a welcoming bunch that drinks whiskey and samples the Bourban when company from Kentucky drops in for their 13th summer in a row. This is the kind of second generation Norwegian and Dutch family that eats lunch together on the patio (think rock and sand patch overlooking the lake). They ride Harleys, follow politics, travel to Europe, shoot guns and hike abandoned mines. And, they'll be all kinds of bothered that I'm soliciting applications for mates, but seriously, how great would it be to marry into a family like this? I got lucky; I married in through Mark who knew the family when he was a kid in Minnesota. For everyone else, there's a cabin for rent down the road... just sayin'.
Karl's family owns a mineral prospecting business, so last-minute planning is standard procedure. Calls come in for next-day service. The team packs up their gear, hops a flight the next morning, and is prospecting by the following day. So, when we call 24 hours in advance to see if anyone is around for a visit, they're cool with it. Katrina was in Australia for geology school, but Karl and Nikki were around, along with their kids: Jess, Bjorn, "Bernie", Ruth, and Carla.
We love the whole bunch. Mark and I joke that Jess is the family ambassador. She's fun-loving, up for fun, knows how to shoot a gun, and has her own truck, boat, and ATV. Bjorn is trapper (minnows and leaches), carpenter (built his log home along with a gorgeous staircase), and gun-lover (taught me how to shoot a revolver... Sorry about the hole in your tarp... I really was aiming for the juice container). Ruth and "Bernie" (Veronique) live in Thunder Bay. Ruth loves horses and is expecting 3 colts soon, and Bernie is sweet and helps her brother with his trapping business. Carla is the baby of the crew and is finishing high school in a couple of years.
When Mark and I visit, we rack our brains hoping to find a God-loving eligible bachelor or bachelorette in our rolodex of friends, because, I'm telling you, this family is a catch. For example, Jess knows how to catch, filet, and cook a fish. She has her own boat, truck and ATV, and knows how to use them. This family isn't the stuffy kind of Christians who keep to themselves. They're a welcoming bunch that drinks whiskey and samples the Bourban when company from Kentucky drops in for their 13th summer in a row. This is the kind of second generation Norwegian and Dutch family that eats lunch together on the patio (think rock and sand patch overlooking the lake). They ride Harleys, follow politics, travel to Europe, shoot guns and hike abandoned mines. And, they'll be all kinds of bothered that I'm soliciting applications for mates, but seriously, how great would it be to marry into a family like this? I got lucky; I married in through Mark who knew the family when he was a kid in Minnesota. For everyone else, there's a cabin for rent down the road... just sayin'.
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