Another favorite memory was going to Scout Lake. We would push a log and pretend it was a boat, my dad spinning it to get it us off and swing off the rope swing. We went back and sadly there was a horribly forest fire that killed many of the trees. That said, the lake is still magical and there are still logs to spur a child's imagination.
Friday, August 23, 2013
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