We woke up this morning at 5 am, and on a whim decided to drive to Garners resort in Clear Lake CA.  A mere 250 miles away,  we could be there by 10 am.  We tossed our cameras in the car, grabbed some baby carrots and graham crackers a bottle of water and we were off.

I have amazing memories of this place from my childhood, they flood back, 49 years ago, it feels like yesterday. The smells, the warmth, the sounds of wind in the trees, I remember it all... Hours of fun swimming in the lake, fishing with my Grandfather, catching turtles and frogs, evenings of miniature golf  at Jules in the highlands followed by A&W and frosty mugs of root beer... The joys of those bygone days flooded back I smiled as I relayed stories of lazy days on the beach with my parents, aunt Dot, Uncle Tommy, Grandma,  Grandpa, my Sister Susan, and Uncle Scott.

As recently as when my son was but 8 years old we came here. We played, we laughed, we swam, he beat me at miniature golf.  Twenty years ago,  it was but a blink of an eye, a breath, a moment in time. 

I babbled to Bill of all the wonderful memories as we wound our way up the highways and byways to take a trip down memory lane.