The quiet roar of the Cle-Elum River and the trilling of birds welcomes me every summer when we return to my grandparents’ mountain cabin in Salmon-la-Sac, Washington. A mixed feeling of excitement and amazement fills me with delight as I inhale deeply, reveling in the mingled scent of dust and wood, warmed by the sun. “I’m really here again!” I whisper to myself, as I wander up the trail to the cabin. Even though my family and I often go to Salmon-la-Sac a few times every year, each visit still excites me. There, we can relax, explore, build, laugh, and create cherished memories.