The 70's thrive in Island Park

My favorite part about our summer vacations in Idaho is that for a brief window of my children's lives they get a view from the window of my childhood. A favorite part of my childhood was my Grandpa Kinghorn's cabin. A trip to the cabin is a trip back in time. Everything inside is just the same as it was when I was a kid.


I mean, literally. Just the same.



It's a shrine to the 70's.


I love that my kids get to do all the things in the cabin that I loved doing. Rocking in the orange chairs, playing board games, wading in the "crick" out front, picking vases of wildflowers, and exploring the Big Tree, which got its name from being really, really big.






I wish I knew how old this tree is. It's the only one like it in this quaking aspen forest, sitting mighty like a king with weak little subjects.



Here's a picture I took of my brothers around the Big Tree in what must be 1989ish.



And now, my son stands in front of the tree that never changes next to the cabin that never changes. Despite my taking him to a place where time is frozen, he turned 12 anyway during our stay- too big a change for my liking. He's going to just keep growing and changing and making his mama's quaking aspen leaves shiver in the process.

But I am learning to accept this growing up stuff. I'll deal. As long as he promises to bring his kids to the cabin and take pictures of them around the Big Tree.

From 2010-08-06