Lake Almanor

That house ROCKED. I remember:

• spending hours and hours on the dock
• all of us trying to squeeze in that kitchen to "help cook"
• bundling up in sweat pants and hoodies at night
• bats dive bombing us at dinner
• the porch that would give you splinters if you werent careful
• those AWESOME bedrooms with treasures in every untouched drawer
• the storage room under the porch, if you were brave enough you could find all sorts of watercraft
• learning how to play poker with Grandpa
• Uncle Elvis playing football with us
• watching Grandma Cecile hold onto the hand rail as she "swam" in the morning
• realizing one summer that I recognized the way to get there....