The Storm

I was born and raised in Sandpoint and as a kid I didnt realize how fortunate I was. Like most teenagers who grow up in Sandpoint, I was anxious to put some distance between myself and the Long Bridge. I guess I just assumed everywhere looked like Sandpoint. I think my light bulb moment came when I was living in Missouri. I was most likely laying in front of the air conditioner waiting to die from the humidity when someone suggested we go swimming. Being raised in Sandpoint, swimming was a constant summer staple, I was ready to go! As we carefully walked through the grass and brush headed to the swimming hole, we were ever vigilant for rattle snakes, copperheads, ticks and chiggers. I grew impatient to feel the cool, refreshing water, reliving my days on Lake Pend Oreille. Finally, before me was the swimming hole- a narrow, muddy stream with the occasional waist deep hole. I took one look and said, “I’m not getting in that!”

As an adult I feel very fortunate to be able to reside and make a living in a place where many people save all year long just to be able to spend a few days. It has always been the mountains and lake that draw me back to Sandpoint and, at this point in my life, I have no intention of leaving again.

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