The coolest thing about this lake house? It's on it's own private island.
When she explained this to us, we were all a little confused. Danielle had her own private island? How had we not known she was so glamorous.
The conversation looked a little like this.
Without the kilts and beards of course.
The island is in Saranac Lake, right about here:
I drove up Friday night following my cousin's wedding and took backroads almost the entire three and a half hour drive. The full moon lit my way.
I arrived in time for a slice of pizza and to enjoy the bonfire.
After breakfast we took a boat ride through the lake and up to a beach.
We picnicked lunched on the side of the boat. We weren't the only ones out taking in the sun.
Even some dancing.
And a lot of lounging.
This bad boy might not look that high but it's 20 feet off the water. I admit that I didn't partake. I was a little too nervous about losing my bathing suit when I hit the water.
Tori, Jess, and Danielle were more adventurous.
Then we headed back towards the island.
Then we set the table and enjoyed our feast.