Lake Chelan: Bemidji man takes reminiscent journey home
Have you ever been obsessed by a childhood memory? The summer of 1952, my mother brought my brothers and sister to live near the upper end of Lake Chelan, a 55-mile-long reservoir often less than a mile wide, that flows into the Columbia River in Washington State. As a child, the wet pine and mountain earth smell seared into my memory. Recently, my wife Patti and I went back to visit.
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