Campfire Fare: More memories of Echo Lake

Campfire Fare: More memories of Echo Lake

My memories of Echo Lake must include how I learned to play guitar. I still play today, 60 years later, obviously with less finesse and skill, but my heart has always been drawn to music. The first chords I learned were to the tune of “The House of the Rising Sun” as we sat by the campfire. From there, my love of folk music blossomed. I use my hard-earned money working as a lifeguard to buy a 12-string guitar and I never looked back.  It goes wi…