The daily grind of summer city life, staring longingly out the window from our overly air-conditioned cubicles, has us beat. We want to be young again, we want to roll up our sleeping bag, pack up our trunk and head north for a summer filled with early morning polar bear swims, roasting marshmallows, weaving friendship bracelets and crushing on cute counselors. Alas, we’re not 15 anymore, but with a cottage invite (or a backyard lean-to if you’re desperate), weekends can be all about bringing back those dog days spent by the dock, complete with bikinis, plaid button-downs and maybe, if you’re lucky, even a summer crush…or two.
