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cabin life-Summer vacation

Back in the 1930's my Grandfather Norman and his brother "Red"  bought two cabins deep in the woods south of Prince George B.C.  The cabins were skidded from a logging camp to a beautiful lakeside lot on a lake called "Bobtail".  It's along the Blackwater road which used to be called the Telegraph Trail and you can still find pieces of the old telegraph wire that used to run through there.

The forests are huge Fir and Pine trees, although much of the Pine has been killed off by the Mountain Pine Beetle.  There's an abundance of wild life and great fishing on the lake.  Steep hills and mountains and hundreds of lakes and rivers surround the area.  Since I was about 5 years old I spent my summers at "The Cabin" and have thousands of magical memories.  Great boyhood adventures and wonderfull family memories .  My wife and I even got married there.  Trina spread wild flower seeds everywhere that are now full and beautiful.

Now its a new generation's turn to create memories .  This year my oldest son Maxwell took his buddy Nicholas.  Since we have another son named Nicholas...they had to become "Big" Nick and "Little " Nick.  Of course they had a blast while Mom and Dad did most of the work but plenty of peacefull relaxing too.  I find now however a funny thing happens for me and I'm not sure how to explain it.  There's this slightly melancholy feeling I get to remember all those childhood memories, my now departed Grandparents, my grown up sister who lives in Toronto--all the kids that used to come from other cabins to play--all just memories.  I explained this to a co-worker and he said "isn't it funny how the mind works".  And that's about the best way I can describe it--all part of this glorious life!