When my children were in their teens we took vacations at Bear Lake. My brother-in-law worked for a family that owned a large cabin here. He spent the weekend before Labor Day fixing up the cabin and getting it ready for winter. He very generously let us tag along. My boys learned to waterski behind his boat. We rode wave runners and paddle boats. We saw musicals at the Pickleville Playhouse. We toured Minnetonka cave and the Paris Tabernacle. We rode horses at Beaver Creek and rented four-seater bikes at KOA. It was a great way to say goodbye to summer. That cabin belongs to a different family now. Even if it didn’t, our family has grown far too large to stay there today. We could barely squeeze into it back then. Maybe it’s true what they say; that you can’t go back. But you can always treasure your memories.
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