For as long as I can remember, summers at the den meant catching fireflies, making grape jelly from a grapevine  that was planted by the original owner/builder over 50 years ago, late night bonfires, thunderstorms and getting to stay up late because daytime lasted longer.

These are just some of my childhood memories, and I love the fact that my own children – and soon my grandchildren – will be making their own memories right here at the den. This is absolutely priceless to me.