For as long as I can remember I spent my summers at my family’s camp in Old Forge.
For as long as I can remember I spent my summers at my family’s camp in Old Forge.  grandmother stories
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saracaliva
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For as long as I can remember I spent my summers at my family’s camp in Old Forge.

I know every tree, every rock, and every leaf. I know how it smells after it rains.

I know what it feels like when it's silent and still and the cold air swirls around you as you look out onto the lake.

It's more than just a place. It's where I read books that inspired me to dream. It's where I laughed with my family and played board games.

And it's where I most understood my grandmother with her austere nature, but her loving heart.

It's where she taught me to appreciate the little things, like a flock of ducks out for a stroll.

It's where she taught me to always honk as you go around a curve.

Or to never feed the deer so they can survive on their own.

It's where we would hike when the childhood energy of her ten grandkids needed a focus.

Even though my grandmother is no longer here to share in the summers at Calumet Cabin, she's with me.

She's in every leaf floating on the lake.

She's in every rock.

And she is always sitting by my side looking at the view from our cabin in Old Forge.

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