It’s only fitting to start this month-long series with a place that will forever be ingrained in the hearts and memories of anyone who spent their childhood years cooling off on the doorstep of Mount Hood, trolling for trout in the warm breeze, combing the shallows for crawdads, pitching tents and building campfires, roasting marshmallows over glowing coals, falling asleep with pitch and pine needles stuck to your feet and waking up at sunrise to the smell pancakes and bacon and the joy of having nothing to do but relax and enjoy another day at Laurance Lake.