Back when I was little we spent every weekend of our summer out at Bear River. It was not actually our cabin but I always thought that it was. Through the years we have continued to make visits out to the cabin and enjoy the summer sun, the clear nights and the old cabin as well as the "real" owners of the cabin whom we consider family.
The orchard has all kinds of neat fruit trees and lots of stories to go with it. The time Uncle Bret stepped on the bee hole (that he was told not to step on) and they all swarmed out and stung him. Or the time the bears crushed down the fence to get to the apple laden tree. Or when so and so forgot to close the garden gate and the deer ate up all those freshly sprouting vegetables. I remember every spring when the river was low enough to cross we would go out and clean up the cabin from the winter, start on the cutting down of the weeds and grass growing around the garden- which inevitably led to a mouse issue- and then tilling the garden area. As kids we always had something to do and somewhere to go when those chores came up. But I look back on them with the fondest of memories. I am so glad and fortunate that I get to share tid bits of this with my kids.
Very cool!!
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