Each year our parents would rent a cottage at Chesley Lake Camp for our annual summer vacation.
The excitement of our arrival usually piqued at this corner, where, after enduring the 2 hour drive, we would start counting down from ten. Our Mom would time it perfectly with Dad's driving speed that we'd arrive at the entrance to the camp at the number zero. At that point, we would break into the song, "Chesley Lake" (sung to the tune of Edelweiss).
