Up high in the mountains, Where e'er I may roam...
Once upon a time there was a camp.
A woman (back then she was a girl) went to that camp and she loved it. She loved it so much that when she had girls she told them stories about it all the time. So they loved it too, before they ever saw it, and they wanted to go there when they were old enough. Which they did.
Many (MANY) years later, they all went together to visit the camp they loved, and found it much the same.
A lake with silky water, golden light, pitchy pines,
loons (both avian and human),
The wild cranberries were gravy.