Evenings in the Cabin at Red Feather Lakes, where usually pretty quiet for me as I was pretty young. We would fry up the fish with canned potatoes. Dad would be drinking Coors, me a bottle or Kool Aid. I remember my parents playing cribbage as I drifted off to sleep. The late night run to the outhouse was always interesting and fragrant. Mornings would be the lighting of the wood burning stove followed by the eggs, bacon, and OJ.
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