A-toot-ti-doo

We all know what this is. At some point, we've all begged Grandpa for one of these. The antsy anticipation. The burst of giggles. The exhilaration of making it through one without peeing yourself. Whether you are a two year saying "Again! Again!" or you are grown and experiencing one for the first time under pressure, you cannot make it through a Whiskeytown trip without getting initiated or being a veteran. Who will get one this year? ;)

Once Upon A Time

When Grandma and Grandpa Huntington brought their young family camping at Whiskeytown Lake 44 years ago they had no idea what they had started.  An annual camping trip that has become an institution.  An event not to be missed.  The same gorgeous lake with trees right up to the shoreline, the same trails to run and hike along, the same little caves to explore, the same little coves perfect for learning to ski,  the same sandy beaches, the same games of cards, almost the exact same menu, and best of all the same group of people.  My family.  I am  not the blond little one year old sitting on grandpas lap anymore, but you can bet that the spot is still occupied by a great grandchild of a similar age. Our numbers have grown, and the tents, boats and camping equipment have been updated, but for the most part the trip remains the same.  And thats just the way we like it!  Whiskeytown 2011 here we come!!