Stacked on a float in the cove beyond the bunkhouse, are the remains of the resort's hand built boats. After years of service, still clutching the memories of kids catching their first fish, generations of families exploring up and down the lake, and old cronies embellishing their fishing stories, the boats are destined to be dismantled.
And each winter, as the snow settles in against Sourdough, Jack, Colonial, Desolation, Hozomeen, Ruby and the other peaks surrounding Ross Lake, Will and Tom enter the wood shop, stoke the old stove and begin the process of building the next generation's boats.
