Krevitt Family Shaver Lake History
Dinkey Creek, Pine Logging Company
History Of The Pine Logging Company
Krevitt Family Shaver Lake History
I would like to start by explaining why I am so passionate about Shaver Lake and why I think it is such a special place.
The first time I went to Shaver Lake I was one year old.
Mom and Me at Dorabelle, 1938
My father (a doctor) was suffering from pneumonia and needed to recover in the cool mountain air. Since he was familiar with the Shaver Lake area (he did his residency at Fresno General Hospital just an hour away) we drove up from Bakersfield where we lived.
We rented a cabin in Shaver Village, at Eckert’s Lodge for a time as my father’s health was restored. Back then, the cost was $3 a day.
Eckert's Cabin
This is the way the cabin looks today – not much different from the way it looked in 1938. Of course it has undergone a few upgrades and refurbishments since then but, alas, Eckert’s Lodge no longer exists. The cabins are now part of the Shaver Lake Hotel.
My parents were so enthralled with the area that a few years later we rented a cabin called Shangri-La for two summers.
Shangri-La
The next year we bought some property and built our own cabin.
Our First Cabin
We had an inboard speedboat and I can still feel the wind in my face as we raced around the lake under the pure blue sky. We had so many wonderful vacations there – I learned to swim, ride horseback, water ski, and just enjoy the mountain environment. The cabin is still there after 49 years. I had an opportunity to take a tour of the cabin last year. It was like visiting an old friend. Shangri-La is still there also.
I worked for the US Forest Service in Shaver for two summers when I was 19 and 20 years old. I felt as though it was my duty to protect the forest – and I did in fact fight a few forest fires around the lake. To this day, I am very protective of the mountains and the many critters.
We sold our cabin in 1962 and had no contact with Shaver until 2003 when we decided to have a family reunion there and rented a cabin. It was a logical choice – it was like coming home after 41 years and was very emotional for me.
The next year, my wife and I bought ShaverHaven in the Granite Ridge neighborhood for our family vacations. The rest, as they say, is history!
The Shaver Lake area is rich in history – from the building of the Big Creek Hydroelectric System, which created Huntington, Florence, and Shaver Lakes – to the cattle ranching and logging in the Dinkey Creek and Shaver Lake areas.
Transport yourself back in time as you read about some of the characters who were responsible, through their vision and tenacity, for the creation of the fabulous environment we call Shaver Lake.
John S. Eastwood
by Roger Coats
We have to start our histories with an exceptional visionary by the name of John S. Eastwood – one of the individuals who shaped the Sierra. In his biography, Roger Coats describes John Eastwood’s role: “There have been many people who have helped shape the Shaver and Huntington area, but no individual has had more impact on this part of the Sierra than John S. Eastwood.
Eastwood moved to California in the late 1800’s and opened a surveying office in Fresno. C.B. Shaver and Lewis Swift hired Eastwood to design the flume that would carry water and lumber from their new sawmill, in the location that would become Shaver Lake, all the way to Clovis, next to Fresno. During this exposure to the high Sierra Eastwood recognized the potential of the San Joaquin River Canyon for a system of lakes, tunnels, and powerhouses to generate hydroelectric power. It is a story of courage, imagination, vision, and lots of money.
Think of surveying this vast area, over one hundred years ago, on foot and on horseback (no helicopters in those days) and coming up with a plan that, at that time, turned out to be the largest construction project in the world – rivaled only by the construction of the Panama Canal. It is a story of courage, imagination, vision, and lots of money.
In 1910, the project was launched with actual construction starting the following year with the arrival of men and equipment.
Unfortunately, at that same time, Eastwood was dismissed from all association with the project and in a stock maneuver he also lost all his stock in the company. At age 53 he was practically penniless and was left with only the satisfaction that he had engineered the most ambitious hydroelectric project ever conceived by one man.
The unique design of the Florence Lake dam is Eastwood’s and this will always be known as “Eastwood’s Dam,” but his name was never officially associated with a mountain, lake, or stream. However, a powerhouse in a giant room hollowed out of solid granite is now known as the John S. Eastwood Powerhouse.
John S. Eastwood Powerhouse
Water flows through a tunnel, also constructed through solid granite, from a small reservoir known as the Balsam Forebay, through the powerhouse turbine, and on into Shaver Lake. This is a “pumped storage” system so at night, the water is pumped back up to the Balsam Forebay, when power is cheaper, and is released to flow downhill through the turbine during the day.
There is a plaque honoring Eastwood at the parking lot across from the Point but that is totally inadequate, in my opinion, to honor the “Father “ of the Big Creek Project.
John S. Eastwood
The Story of John Eastwood
C.B. Shaver
by Douglas Shaver McDonald II
This is the story, as written by Douglas Shaver McDonald II in his biography of his great, great, grandfather, called “’Cannonball’; A biography of C.B. Shaver.“
McDonald’s description of Shaver Lake is the best I have read and, in my 73 years experiencing the Lake, is the most accurate and descriptive.
“High in the western slope of California’s Central Sierra Nevada, nestled amidst a vast expanse of timberland, there lies a deep blue body of water surrounded by shades of evergreens. The sweet smell of sugar and white pine is heavy in this brisk mountain air. Scattered across the lake, an occasional fisherman can be seen, or a family with a picnic spread out upon some of the largest sand beaches in the Sierra. Wildlife, timber, and sunshine abound here at one of California’s most beautiful vacation spots. Fresnons use the short drive to Shaver Lake as a quick, clean escape from the Central Valley’s heat of the summer, and from the fog of the winter.”
CB was born in New York in 1855. The family moved to Michigan in 1864 and at the age of 18 he entered the lumber industry in Michigan. In 1891 he moved to Missouri, completed work at a lumber company there, and then found his way to California. At the age of 35 he had mastered the intricacies of the lumber industry and was a prominent figure in the business.
CB and his brother-in-law, Lewis P. Swift toured the forests in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. They were amazed at the abundance of timber just waiting to be harvested. They returned to Michigan with a wild proposal and obtained financing to enter the lumber business in the area. Shaver and his backers bought a controlling interest in a young company called the Pine Ridge Flume & Lumber Company. The company had extensive timber and water rights in the undeveloped Pine Ridge area. As a point of interest, Pine Ridge is at the top of the Four-Lane Auberry Grade through which you must drive on your way to Shaver Lake.
Logging in this area was limited by the difficulty of moving timber by wagon down the dangerous Tollhouse grade. This is the same grade that was nothing more than a trail for herding cattle up and down the mountain from the ranches in the Valley up to the high meadows for grazing.
Shaver and Swift proposed the construction of a dam and the 42-mile flume (a water trough kept full of water to float the lumber down the mountain) from Stevenson Creek, the creek that feeds Shaver Lake, down to Clovis (next to Fresno). The flume, completed in 1893, succeeded in getting massive amounts of lumber from Pine Ridge down to the Valley. It required 9 million board feet of lumber to build at a cost of $200,000. This was an incredible feat considering that much of the flume had to be anchored to the side of solid granite walls. Imagine what this would cost today, 118 years later.
The construction of the mill, dam (to create the mill pond), and flume was a major undertaking. Everything associated with the construction project had to be hauled up the mountain by freight wagons pulled by oxen, including huge boilers and saws. Rock was mined in a nearby quarry and carried to the site in horse drawn ore cars to build the dam. This quarry can be seen today at the North end of the lake next to the Shaver Marina. It was also used as a granite source for making concrete during the construction of the Shaver Dam in 1927.
Shaver survived a depression in 1894, barely. At one time, he was forced to hide out from the sheriff and creditors. By 1900 they were solvent again and they expanded production with the construction of a railroad that used a 42-ton locomotive, which was disassembled and hauled up the mountain in pieces to be reassembled at the mill.
One of my favorite stories is about the flume rides. On a few occasions mill workers were known to make these flume rides on small board rafts called flume boats. The experience was comparable to the rides at Disneyland and Magic Mountain. The full forty-two mile ride to Fresno in a wagon took about six hours, but the braver individuals would ride the most dangerous parts of the flume, which in some places reached speeds in excess of 35 miles per hour. The most thrilling part of the ride was the steep section between Pine Ridge and Tollhouse. A tale by Cliff Field of Pine Ridge recalls a time when Shaver missed the stagecoach to the valley and decided to ride the flume down through this section, figuring he could catch the stage before it reached Tollhouse. He made the journey in 7 minutes, over a distance that normally took nearly an hour by stagecoach. Although he made it down faster than the stage, he regretted losing his derby hat which blew off during the wild ride.
CB died in 1907. After his death the mill was sold to other logging interests in the San Joaquin Valley. Two years after the sale, a snowstorm wiped out part of the aging flume and the company was unable to recover.
Today the old Shaver mill lies at the bottom of Shaver Lake. It only operated for 15 years but CB and his lumber mill left an indelible mark on the culture and folklore of the area. In 1927 the Shaver Dam was built, as part of the Big Creek Project, just a little ways down Stevenson Creek from Shaver’s dam. But that is another story as told by David Retinger in his book, “The Story Of Big Creek.”
The Big Creek Project
By Barbara Wolcott
In Barbara’s opening sentence, she says it all: “The discovery of gold may have brought people to California, but engineering contributed more to the settlement of the West than did the discovery of gold.”
Hard to believe now, but in 1905, the population of Los Angeles just exceeded 105,000. Henry Huntington’s interurban Pacific Electric and Los Angeles Railway used 80 percent of the power produced in the area. Huntington (Huntington Lake is named after him) looked to the Sierra Madre for hydroelectric power and bought into reality the dream of John Eastwood.
Eastwood, an engineer, for years had surveyed the Big Creek area of the Sierra Nevada between Yosemite and Sequoia Parks, looking for the ideal place for a hydroelectric system. By October 1902, he had devised a plan of immense proportion, and Huntington elected to finance it as the Edison Company. The Big Creek Project was born.
The Edison Co.’s Big Creek system of dams, lakes, tunnels, forebays, and powerhouses sounds like imagination run amok, built as it is into steep mountain terrain and cut through solid granite, but it has proven to be one of the most practical in the world. That it was done with picks and shovels, horses, oxen, and a small railroad makes it even grander. When finished, 6 major reservoirs were created, 27 dams were built, (Huntington itself has three) and the water in just one river, the San Joaquin, passes through 24 generating units in 9 powerhouses. The electricity generated supplies power to 4.3 million customers in 800 cities.
Lakes, Dams, And Powerhouses
In a total fall of 6,200 feet, a relatively small amount of water is used nine times, earning it the title of the “Hardest Working Water in the World.”
Barbara’s concluding paragraph says it all; “American ingenuity and engineering created Big Creek when commercial use of electricity was in its infancy. Eastwood’s plan for Big Creek was formed at the time the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy’s Hole in the Wall Gang pulled off their last big robbery. Big Creek is a monument to the insight of Eastwood; the daring of Huntington; the genius, precision, and innovation of engineers; and the labor of thousands of American workers. It is the world’s greatest project entirely financed by private enterprise for the common good.
This article is a good companion to David Redinger’s book, “The Story Of Big Creek,” and gives a slightly different perspective.
The Story Of Big Creek
by David Redinger
Perhaps the greatest story every told about the area is described in a wonderful book about the creation of the Big Creek Project – at the time the most ambitious construction project in history. This story is specifically about a civil engineer, David Redinger, who accepted a job with the project in 1912 for what he thought would be a short stint of a few months and then move on to something else. David stayed on for the rest of his career and retired in 1949.
The Big Creek Project really started in 1886 in the imagination of John Eastwood who made numerous trips to the Big Creek country. Remember there were no roads in the area and travel was on foot or horseback. He envisioned a complex system of lakes, tunnels, and powerhouse for the generation of electricity. It is a story of courage, imagination, vision, and lots of money.
Project construction began in 1911 with the arrival of men and equipment. So David Redinger was on site almost from the beginning. He soon rose to Resident Engineer for the project.
While this is the story of David’s career with the Southern California Edison Company, it is also a love story. David met his wife to be, Edith, in 1914 at Huntington Lake when she visited from Fresno during spring vacation to study the feasibility of starting a summer school there. They were married 1n 1917 and thus began 60 years of a great marriage. David died in 1976 at 92.
In 1949 David wrote the book “The Story Of Big Creek” which can be purchased on Amazon or at the Southern California Edison office on Dinkey Creek Road in Shaver Lake.
We have a copy at ShaverHaven and never get tired of reading and re-reading David and Edith’s (she contributed a chapter from her perspective) accounts of life in construction camps and in the town of Big Creek.
Dinkey Creek, Pine Logging Company
by Darrell Hickman
The story of Pine Logging is wonderfully described by Darrell Hickman in his book “Dinkey Creek.” He tells of how, at the age of 19 in 1954, he set out for Alaska from his home in Arkansas and wound up in the Sierra near Dinkey Creek working as a scaler and an employee of the US Forest Service earning $1.55 an hour.
Pine Logging started operation in 1937 (owned by Bob Grimmett and “Uncle” Jim Rohrbaugh) and operated until 1979. I remember touring Pine Logging in 1950. My dad and Uncle Jim had become friends (Uncle Jim was everyone’s friend) and he invited us to come over for a tour. The mill site was in a beautiful clearing that is eerily quiet today.
Charles Emmert and Uncle Jim
Uncle Jim was quite a character. Every Saturday night he would put on his 3-piece suit and a tie and come to the dance at Johnny’s at the Point. He was in his mid-eighties, as I recall, but he never danced with any women over 40. You go Jim! It seems like yesterday.
This is what the mill looked like in full operation.
Pine Logging In Full Operation
This camp only operated during the summer months. It is hard to cut and haul logs with several feet of snow on the ground. The camp not only consisted of the mill but also was a small village for the employees and support personnel. There were the little cabins for sleeping (the single men’s cabins were separate from the family cabins) and in addition, there was a cook house, a cook’s helper cabin, a commissary, a post office, and a school building. Actually, life there was like a summer camp in a beautiful setting except the mill employees worked extremely hard. It was hot dusty, and very dangerous work. A cable could snap and cut a man in half. And never a dull moment with guys with names like One-eyed Charlie, Shortman, Shorty (two different short guys), Rat, the Dutchman, Buck, Bear hunter, Swede, Tink, Heavy, and Darrell’s was of course Arkie.
Darrell Describes the white knuckle trip down Tollhouse Grade hauling lumber from the mill down to the yard in Fresno in gasoline powered, green painted, Mack trucks.
Tollhouse Grade was originally established as a path for driving cattle up to the mountain grazing pastures in the Dinkey Creek area. It is a steep and treacherous trail up the face of the mountain. A toll was charged for each head of cattle.
Now, picture this grade years later as a paved, narrow, and shoulderless road with a two-thousand foot drop off, constant switchbacks and blind curves. In many places, a blacktop lip was built up on the outer edge of the road – the drop off side. The drivers used this slight “berm” to gage when they were too close; they could feel the tires going up on the lip and would immediately correct their steering. At the top of the grade was an area called the “Watering Hole.” This was where the truck drivers would turn on the spigots on water storage tanks, on each lumber truck and trailer, so that cooling water could drip on each brake drum to keep the brakes from overheating. You did not want to burn out your brakes on this treacherous down grade. A runaway truck would make quite a mess.
I have personal knowledge of this scenario. I remember well heading down Tollhouse grade and seeing two trails of water on the road. You knew that a lumber truck was just ahead, cautiously picking his way down the mountain, and there was no way you were going to pass it unless the driver could find an area where he could pull over. Almost impossible on the way down because of the narrow road, the many blind turns, and he would have to find a wide spot on the drop off side of the road. So you were stuck all the way down the grade. Or, as we experienced numerous times driving up the grade to our cabin towing our boat, we would confront a lumber truck coming down the Grade. Since he had the right of way, WE had to back up to a shoulder where we could let him pass. Not easy with an 18 foot boat and trailer attached to the rear of the car. But, we did it for several years. Year by year improvements were made to Tollhouse Grade but unless half the mountain was removed, there was never going to be enough room for a true two-lane road with turnouts. Then Auberry Grade (The Four-Lane) was built in the 60′s and life was a lot safer driving up and down the mountain.
When the mill closed in 1979, the equipment was removed and the site was left to decay. A few years ago, some local citizens decided to restore what was left. This has been ongoing and soon the site will be open to the public. The US Forest Service has already built some research buildings there.
My wife and I had the opportunity to visit the site last year and took some very nostalgic photos.
The Single Man Cabin
All That's Left Is The Old Incenerator
Batchelor Men's Cabins
The Kitchen
School House
The Commisary
Copies of Darrell’s book can be purchased
at the Shaver Lake Museum.
More information is available on a Pine Logging Website.
Click Here to visit this site.
The following are a collection of oral histories collected and transcribed by an interview and editing team:
John Harshman, Jr., Cameraman
Ed Selleck, Interviewer
Ginny Burnham, Editor
These Oral histories are based on personal recollections and handed down accounts of days gone by.
We are all indebted to the team for their many tireless hours of interviews with the old timers and the movers and shakers of the Shaver Lake area. I remember many of these people from my childhood and teenage years, so I am personally grateful to be able to relive the good old days of Shaver Lake.
These printed histories can be purchased at the Central Sierra Historical Society and Museum located just down the road to Camp Edison – between Shaver Village and The Point. Click Here for a list of the printed histories that are available.
History Of The Pine Logging Company
as told by the Emmert Family
This story is similar, of course, to Darrell Hickman’s book but is from a different perspective. His was as an employee in 1954 and Evelyn Emmert’s is as a child and young adult growing up in a logging camp.
The magnificent stands of old growth timber east of Shaver Lake in the High Sierra Nevada were among the last privately owned forests in the Central Sierra to be logged. Francis and Evelyn Emmert were involved in that logging activity much of their lives.
This is their story.
Robert Grimmett, Evelyn’s father, (everyone called him Mr. Grimmett) started out as miner and became a partner with Jim Rohrbaugh who was a few years older. The two never had a formal business agreement, but they established a life life-long partnership.
Mining did not pay very well back in the early 1900′s. Eventually it was given up and Robert started logging. He began with a team of horses and the help of one of his brothers and Jim Rohrbaugh. They moved the operation to Klamath Falls, Oregon, a pretty rough place at the time. During that period, they switched from logging with horses to logging with trucks.
Around 1931, Mr. Grimmett heard of a possible logging contract with the Madera Sugar Pine Company, near Madera, California. Madera Sugar Pine was forced to close by the depression but decided to reopen for one season to convert a tract of government-owned timber, near Fish Camp, near Yosemite, that remained under contract to Madera Sugar Pine Company. Mr. Grimmett, looked over the site and determined that it could be logged by truck and tractor, a much less costly method of getting the logs out of the woods than the donkey engine system used by Madera Sugar Pine. By the way, the Shaver Museum has a restored and operating donkey engine that is fired up for special occasions.
After a meeting at Madera Sugar Pine Company, Mr. Grimmett entered into a contract to log this tract. That lasted about a year. He then returned home to Medford, Oregon. While in California, he had become aware of some timberland that was available. He bought the timber and set up a sawmill at Round Tree Saddle, near Bootjack and Mariposa not far from Yosemite. After working that tract of timber he again returned to Oregon.
A year later, Mr. Grimmett heard about some Southern California Edison Company timber that was available. That brought him back south to Fresno. Edison had land holdings of over 20,000 acres in the vicinity of Shaver Lake. Edison had bought the land around the time of WWI from a sawmill company. It was part of a package to establish a basin for a reservoir to serve a hydroelectric powerhouse on Big Creek. The area had been logged to the ridge west of Dinkey Creek but beyond that was a vast amount of virgin timber. In 1936, Mr. Grimmett entered into a ten-year contract for 3,200 acres of prime sugar pine, ponderosa pine, and white fir in the Dinkey Creek area. Under the name of Pine Logging Company of California, Mr. Grimmett relocated his sawmill from Mariposa to Dinkey Creek and began operations there in 1937.
The rest of the story can be purchased from the Museum or read in Darrell’s book.
Logging camps, such as Pine Logging Company’s, are a thing of the past. High-speed highways and pickup trucks make it possible for loggers to commute from permanent homes to the woods on a daily basis. The few who migrate from out of state find comfortable accommodations in nearby established communities. Forest management practices of the day have caused many sawmills to shut down, centralize, or be substantially reduced in size. Francis and Evelyn Emmert are among the last to have lived where they worked in a logging camp. These people are part of the last generation to know the joys of growing up in a logging camp situated in the beautiful setting of the High Sierra Nevada Mountains
No story of Shaver Lake is complete without the biography of the man who established the first real business in the area and was instrumental in the development of the early economy of Fresno County. John Harshman established the first commercial business called “The Trading Post.” which is still in operation as a restaurant in “Downtown” Shaver lake.
John came to Shaver Lake from Ohio to fish and then moved there in 1928. He met Velma in 1932 while she was vacationing one summer at the Lake. At the time he was in the process of building up his business which eventually consisted of a grocery store, restaurant, soda fountain, meat market, post office, and a gas station. Sounds like a big operation but it was all done in a building no bigger than a convenience store. I guess John figured that at least some of these businesses would develop into something that would support him and Velma and their sons John Jr. and Loren.
It was a real struggle in those early days. They had no mentor but they had a clear vision and learned by just jumping in and doing it.
Here is what the Trading Post looked like in those days. Not much different from what it looks like today except that the gas pump is gone. The Trading Post is now exclusively a restaurant and bar.
The Harshmans In Front Of The Trading Post
The old gas pump was identical to one that Merlon Ivie had years later at his store, restaurant, and post office (where Monika’s store is now). Merlon’s wife Lucile was the post mistress from 1945 to 1966 and was succeeded by their daughter Maxine Young. I remember the Ivie’s and Maxine very well. A wonderful family. Maxine’s son Jeff is a promenent figure in Shaver Lake and has a logging and custom lumber mill operation in town. Jeff’s son is Dan Young and his wife Sydney own Shaver Lake Hardware.
Back to the gas pump. It was hand pump operated – not electric. When you wanted gas, you would push and pull a lever on the side back and forth and pump gasoline up into the glass “tank” at the top. When it was full you would then put the nozzle into the filler pipe in your car and squeeze the nozzle handle. The gasoline would gravity flow into your gas tank. There were numbers on the side of the glass that indicated how any gallons you used. Gallons times I imagine 25 cents would be your total. I used to get a kick out of filling up my dad’s car for him. It was my job to pump gasoline up into the glass tank and then fill his gas tank. But I digress.
The early years were a real struggle for John and Velma. They and one other couple were the only year round residents. At the end of logging and deer hunting seasons, the area emptied out so their customer base disappeared.
One of the most famous stories, at least well known to locals, is that John kept several loaded deer rifles mounted on the wall above the fireplace in the bar. One night a customer took a 30-30 down. He pointed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger. A bullet went through the ceiling, passed through a bed where Loren was sleeping missing him by 12 inches, and went on out the roof. Velma almost had a heart attack. Little Loren didn’t even stir. The bullet hole can still be seen in the ceiling above the fireplace. I’ve seen it.
They bought property at “The Point” that John built up as Johnny’s while Velma ran the Trading Post. In time, Johnny’s evolved into a restaurant, bar, gas station, grocery store, rental cabins, boat dock and boat rental. This was the first marina at Shaver Lake. I can remember launching our boat at the Point and water skiing from the nearby shore.
Times were tough during the war years. John got a government job as a “dam watcher.” His assignment was to watch out for saboteurs and enemy aircraft. Even for a few years after the war, I can remember not being able to drive our boat closer to the dam than 100 feet. I also remember at the end of that period and the expiration of that regulation, water skiing so close to the dam surface that I stuck out my hand and got dam dirt on my fingers. It had to be done very carefully as we went along at about 25 miles an hour. It was a great triumph when I returned to shore and showed my friends the dam dirt on my fingers. Years later, they gunited the dam to seal the surface with a very course textured cement so getting dam dirt would result in ground down finger tips. Now there is a rubberized fiberglass fabric covering the surface so that same stunt would result in burned finger tips.
As the post war economy improved business at Johnny’s improved also. The restaurant did very well, it was the best restaurant in town, and the dinners were excellent. A dance band came up from the Valley every Saturday night. That is where Uncle Jim Rohrbaugh from Pine Ridge Logging held court dancing the night away with all the young women. Another one of my favorite memories.
Back in the late 40′s or early 50′s John built a ski run on the west side of the hill between Johnny’s and the dam. A rope was stretched out so people could pull themselves up the slope. It took considerable endurance to get to the top and then in just a few seconds you were back at the bottom and got to do it all over again. Now there is China Peak, built in 1959, near Huntington Lake, with its 7 chair lifts.
John passed away in 1989 at the age of 89. He was perhaps the person most instrumental in putting Shaver Lake on the map. And, he was well liked by everyone. What a great legacy!
Velma, in reflecting on the past in an interview in 2001, describes this era as “wonderful years of a small, tight knit community where everyone cared for and supported each other through good times and bad.”
Even though Shaver Lake has changed dramatically in appearance over the years, the culture has remained remarkably the same – nice folks helping each other.
