Happy Summer Zesters!
Kaylee here, and I’m blogging for you from Northern California in the beautiful Sierra Nevada mountains! It wasn’t until a couple years ago that I could get cellphone reception out here, let alone wifi, so this whole “blogging from the middle of nowhere” thing is pretty darn advanced. Well, I suppose I’m not really in the “middle of nowhere.” I am actually right outside the quaint town of Taylorsville, population: 154. Heard of it? I didn’t think so… My family always jokes that when we come up here we double the size of town. Not completely true, but it’s still a little funny even after all these years.
“All these years” began in 1969. My grandparents, aka “Mema and Grandpa,” were teachers from the Central Coast and came up to the area to help their fellow teacher friends at a summer camp called The Walking G. My grandparents worked as camp counselors for the summer and brought along my 5 year old Mom and her 7 year old brother. My grandparents continued to come up every summer bringing along their kids to enjoy the splendor of the mountains. At 12 years old, my Mom began working at the camp as a dishwasher. For the next 13 years, she worked at the camp moving her way up from dishwasher, to laundry duty, to camp counselor, to ski instructor. It was clear that this special place had made a huge impact on my family…
My grandparents bought a piece of land directly across from the Walking G camp in 1983, and would come up every summer during their time off to build on the property. Little by little, my Grandpa built what came to be known as “The Cabin” which was finally completed in 1991, the year I was born. Mom recalls painting the inside of the cabin during her and my Dad’s first year of marriage. Over the years, The Cabin has been remodeled, added onto, and expanded and so has our family.
Fast forward to 2005. As our big family continued biannual trips to The Cabin (during the summer and winter for Christmas) my Mom and Dad became increasingly eager to purchase a place of their own. The stars aligned and eventually the property across the street from The Cabin came up for sale! It is a wonderful space with six charming cabins set on two sparkling ponds with a vast expanse of green pine mountains nestled next to the Feather River. Ever since, we have been blessed to house friends and family for the summer months. This year is no exception as we are currently preparing for a family reunion!
Now that you have the extensive history, I invite you to take s look at all the pictures I took of the cabins and surrounding mountain area! Whether it be the picturesque landscape or the cozy cabins, I hope it gets you inspired
Each of the cabins are named after an area or landmark within the Plumas County area. This cabin, the Genesee, is named after the town of Genesee only a few miles up the road.
I love this weathered wooden bench!
Hammock chair- perfect for a little R&R!
Here’s Mike outside of the Quincy cabin, named after the city about 20 miles away. Coincidentally, this cabin is not the only thing named “Quincy” in our family… My parents received their marriage license in the city almost 25 years ago. In 1992 when they had their first and only baby boy, they named him QuincyThe locals always get a hoot out of it when they learn my brother’s name… It’s all very sentimental!
The Saddlehorn Ranch wagon— our neighbors!
The bridge pictured above is called “Buttcrack Bridge” — read below to see why is has such a funny name!
“Legend has it wife saw nothing but crack during construction of bridge.” (The wife in this tale is my momma, and the buttcrack belongs to my pops… Crazy family!)
Look who came out to see us! Though not all pictured, we counted 8 deer — 7 does and 1 buck. It was pretty incredible to see!
This is Gracie, my sweet golden retreiver. As you will see I can’t help but loving to photograph her. C’mon, who doesn’t think their own dog is the best?!
We caught one fish, but it was literally only 4 inches long. Oh well!
Welcome to The Outhouse! This little 2 bunk cabin sits right on the river and houses all the stinky boys who come up to visit
Let’s head inside the cabins…
Gracie the photobomber!
Why do we have this extensive collection of old wood burning stoves? No clue!
My mom loves this can of Spam. Why mom?!
Welcome to “The Cabin”
Boot birdhouse— So cute!
Old rake end made into a key holder. Very zesty!
Coffee table my Grandpa made to look like a billow.
ANOTHER wood burning stove!
Ice skating blades and an old sled made into a clock.
I love this stained glass image in the stairway.
Compliation quilt design that tells stories of the family.
Wow, isn’t this a beautiful clock? I adore the turquise!
Ever since I was a kid I thought this was the neatest lamp. A true blue cowboy lamp indeed!
Because every cabin needs a carved bear…
Time to take a lunch break at the Genesee Store!
Old fashioned Coca-Cola icebox
Look at the baby swallows!
After some lunch, Mike and I explored some nearby barns.
Well, tha’s all I have for you today! Don’t be too disappointed though (as IF that wasn’t enough for ya…) I’ll be posting more next week once the chaos of the family reunion commences.
enjoy that summer sunshine,