Remember those days? We were practically skipping through the museum’s echoing halls, then inhaling great lungfuls of mountain air so crisp it practically crackled. And who could forget the impressive sight of the steam donkey, a powerful steam-powered winch, a true workhorse of industry, linking us to the region’s rich past? We even caught an electrifying display of power at the powerhouse, before getting our own power-up from those exhilarating outdoor concerts, music mingling with the rustle of pine trees. I was fortunate enough to work there part-time.

My mountain friends, you know who you are – our cabin party was legendary, a true haven of laughter and good times. And then there was the lake, shimmering under the sun, reflecting all those incredible memories we shared. I can still close my eyes and practically smell the fresh pine, can’t you? So many moments, so many wonderful people

Where is your magical escape?