I believe it's near Deer Park, I think. Yes, exactly. When we were kids, and I've told this story a million times, we had these friends from the church, this woman named Marianne Coyne and her kids, Gabe and Cassie, and her family had a cabin on Loon Lake, and it was like classic, nothing fancy. It was, you know, just like this teeny tiny little, you know, at that time, 100-year-old cabin that had, like, a screened-in porch where I would sleep. I can smell it. I can smell it. Just a million old, like, abridged books and Reader's Digest, large print, and just, like, just tons and tons of, like, fun books to read on a summer. And they had an old ski boat that was not powerful enough to get my dad out of the water and, like, a little dock and stuff. And what was so incredible was, like, they, you know, they had a big family. And Cassie, or excuse me, Marianne was like one member of I don't know how many siblings. So imagine this place is like a third hers or a fourth hers. And the whole, everyone, her brothers and everyone's coming out to the family cabin. And she's like, could I bring like nine Burbanks? And incredibly, the people said, yes, these were, these were the, I think we did it two or three times. These were the most fun summers of my entire life. And then I tried to recreate them by renting a cabin years later as an adult on Loon Lake and then a different lake in Idaho, all to try to recreate that childhood feeling of being on Loon Lake. And did it work? No, you can't go home again.