Oddly enough, I've gone to Scranton, Pennsylvania every summer for the 4th of July since I can remember. (With the exception of 2010, when I was at nerd summer camp.) Scranton, despite its fame - or infamy - from The Office, is hardly a boppin' summer tourist destination. But my great uncle has a cabin there, one that he actually built himself.
This place is my personal Narnia. As with the best things in life, it's hard to put words to how much it means to me. (I guess "a lot" kind of gets the point across?) We call it The Lake, as though there's only one lake in the world. To us, there basically is only one.