This didn't happen every summer when we were kids, but it was often enough to be memorable. Mom must have sent away for brochures or tourism fliers, and somehow she chose a resort where we'd spend part of dad's vacation, in the middle of the summer. It was heaven to spend as much time as we wanted in the lake, or reading, or fishing with daddy, and yeah, sometimes it wasn't as warm as we'd wish, but once we were back home, the vacation at the lake seemed WAY too short. Was there anything special about Mule Lake? Nope, not that I remember. The "housekeeping" cabins were definitely rustic--a mishmash of plates and cups and flatware in the cupboards, with flea market beds and cots, and a tiny bathroom with a shower and no tub! 
Dad went fishing EVERY day while we were there, but you had to earn a place in the boat with him, mostly by promising X 10 about how quiet you could be...yes, for a whole hour....YES, honest, until he was DONE fishing...really! Looks like this time, Lois and Kathy were successful with the promises. In 1961, Allan would have been nearly five and still needing a nap. Besides, he couldn't promise as creatively as we could yet. Part of the score was always based on bullshit...lolThanks for the pic, Kath! Did Cookie actually go fishing that day?
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