You know those days when the lake is dead flat, perfect 70 degrease at sunset and you’re the only one on the water. That’s how I remember the Oak Birch Inn. Putting down Alton bay in the Garwood, coasting in for a perfect landing, walking into the bar and ordering a steak and a beer, finishing up just in time to catch the movie. (Good Morning Vietnam) Jumping back in the boat and putting back to the camp. Perfect ending to a perfect day. I wish there was a place like that on the lake today.
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