I’m not from around here, so I don’t have the advantage of multigenerational lake cabin ownership. And since CK pays me in Valpak coupons and day-old Hostess Fruit Pies, I can’t afford to buy waterfront property. So when people talk of “going to the lake,” well…it’s only my strong moral compass that stays my hand and prevents their swift and merciless death—especially now that I’ve experienced for myself the jaw-dropping beauty of Priest Lake’s Huckleberry Bay. So, yeah. I get it. For your own safety, though, you should probably just keep it to yourself.
