"I was shown to my private cabin, and I stepped out of the hot shower -- heavenly! -- just in time to hear the triangular dinner bell ring. Built in 1934, the main lodge had that smell of mustiness and ancient pine that brought back vivid memories of Sierra fishing cabins from my youth. Next to the big stone hearth was a cabinet full of games -- checkers, cribbage, Yahtzee -- plus an old guitar and a coffee table inlaid with rattlesnake skin. Antlers festooned the walls."
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