GOOD BYE SPANISH FLAT RESORT - Thanks for the Memories 

Wish the day never came, but loved the memories I get to take. Welcome to a short story of space #187 Spanish flat resort. Way before I was born, my grandparents, my dad and my uncles and aunts came to Lake Berryessa to camp. In 1962 my grandpa saw a man named Wesley Plunkett cutting in a permanent camp spot close to the lake and asked if he could put his 1957 Roamer trailer in the spot. Well the answer was Yes, and that’s the start of the Corey family History at Spanish Flat.

Jumping ahead a handful of years to the 80’s I was a kid that grew up on the lake. I came up at the lake around all year ,almost every weekend in the summer. We would have a lot of our Easter egg hunts and dinners here, some times thanksgiving, and of course almost every one of my birthdays. In time we had other relatives get places, so we had four spots. I don’t know where to start on the memories there are so many its overwhelming. The things my grandpa built, the walls I help my dad build, my second home that I thought some day my children would be able to go to, a spot of history of the Corey family. Now its going to be a closed chapter that was living for almost fifty years. It’s a shame. I was one with hopes and dreams, thinking the government won’t do this to people. Could they? Would they? And now we have the answer.. Yes, they will and they did. Of course I will bring my boat here and cherish the waters and talk about the old days, but it will never be the same. So long Spanish Flat. So long my Lake house. Goodbye all the things we can’t take with us - the smells, nature, trees, sounds, the cove, the lake and the new memories that we were going to be make, but never will have the chance to. 

I will have to say goodbye, but I will always have the memories… the smell of the early morning pancakes, hours and hours on the lake fishing in the cold, hearing the boats go by the point, the laughter at night with the countless yahtzee games, the “Hit its” behind the boat, kicking back in the cove thronging iron U’s with sun baked skin , smelling mom’s cooking from the BBQ…laying out on the deck watching the flag move with breeze, wishing on falling stars…dancing at the band.. picking up some ice in the golf cart.. late night walks after dinner…that smell of burnt marshmallows on a stick trying to make the best s’more ever.. .. I will miss the neighbors we had, the people we met and our spot 187..the chance to walk around our place and see hand prints of the past, grandparents aunts and dogs that are no longer with us. So long and good luck to the rest of you with wonderful lake memories like my family has. 

Angela Corey & Dena Corey