The first time I was invited to the Ziga family cottage, I packed like I was going on a survival mission. Bug spray, backup snacks, noise-cancelling headphones.
As the sun dipped behind the tree line, painting the sky in hues of violet and tangerine, we fired up the grill. Dinner was a simple affair—burgers, corn on the cob, and Mrs. Ziga’s famous potato salad that is arguably worth the drive up north on its own. at the cottage with the ziga family better