Monday, July 13, 2009

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....

No comments: