I miss it.
The Cabin.
The Lake.
The Sunday Drives.
The Lodge.
Lakeside.
The Aspen Trees moving in the wind.
The rain slamming on the roof.
The rock.
Everything...
Next year.
:)
Wait
This is what Fish Lake is...
Every year since forever ago
my grandma had a Cabin in Fish Lake.
Our Cabin now
is a different one.
I have been going to it since I was 2 months old.
It means a lot to me.
So yeah
That's
Fish Lake :)
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