Where My Heart Calls Home

I’d spent time at Lake Almanor

Today was mine to go explore

I drove down Highway 89

Through small towns does this Highway wind

 

At “70” two rivers met

Towards Quincy, I chose to go left

This Feather River Canyon Road

Was carved through mountain hills of stone

 

A train winds through the other side 

Above the creek and great divide

We race, but I don’t know where to

But soon it disappears from view

 

Then suddenly it reappeared

Now on my left and ever clear

I sped towards a tunnel dark

Where mountains swallow railroad cars

 

I climbed a hill and took a right

Then saw the view of Keddie “Y”

Two Railroad Bridges cross the creek

Beneath the hills and Keddie Peak

 

The train slowed down across the bridge

Then came to rest where eyes could miss

“Keddie Resort”, a sign directs

It beckoned me “turn to the left”

 

The small paved road led to a pond

Years of neglect, its patrons gone

Green trestle bridge spans Spanish Creek

Stone walls and Vinca welcome me

 

I venture ‘cross to “days gone by”

And hardly can’t believe my eyes

Log Cabins empty standing strong

Are all but lost, this just seems wrong

 

Ahead an old Lodge on one side

Its Bunkhouse does this road divide

Tall shutters made with tree cut outs

This town was something, that’s no doubt

 

Some twenty Cabins lined its roads

To share views of the creek below

Just past the Lodge and up the hill

I heard my train, its whistle shrill

 

An old white Depot stood alone

Above this town with walls of stone

A Railroad town this must have been

I thought “this place should live again”

 

A voice inside said “this is it”

A seed was planted, candle lit

From that day my soul found no rest

Till’ Keddie Town was at its best

 

For many years I’d come again 

To this Resort I shared with friends

This special place I felt at home

And hoped someday that I could own

 

The train that led me to this place

Knew who I was “make no mistake”

I gathered friends who felt the same

Restoring this town and its name

 

Someday these Cabins on the creek

Its Lodge and Bunkhouse, parks and streets

Redressed and fitted will be shared

Its guests thankful this town was spared

 

So grateful now I saw that train

That fateful day when first I came

A treasure once lost long ago

Is now that place my heart calls home.

Inspiration

After returning from our first renovation weekend at Keddie Resort

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