#That stereotype is very true my ideal image of home is that lodge with the smell of pine and cedar

[freebooter4ever]

My grandpa taught me how to play chess - on one of our annual trips to lake quinault lodge. In the lobby, beside the giant fireplace. It had probably been too miserable and cloudy to go outside that day. It was the 90's - instead of internet on vacation we had things like old growth trees, and weirdly shaped driftwood, and elaborately carved 'rain gauges' (guage) as if being able to see the accumulation could make the olympic's perpetual rain exciting (it didn't) .