I spent weeks of my childhood summers in Okoboji, Iowa, with my family. My memories of the place are vivid — I remember the sunny days spent in my grandparents’ boat on the lake, the cool evenings, nightly campfires and what I think was probably my first exposure to thrifting — at the now-shut Clara’s Cluttered Closet, an old consignment shop — and discount shopping for designer clothes on the second floor of the Three Sons, a creaky old store full of University of Okoboji merchandise.
So when my friend and fellow World-Herald reporter Erin invited some of us to spend a weekend at the lake, I couldn’t say no. She’s the first Okoboji native I’ve ever met, and her family was lovely to us.
Of course, I also remember the food, and I got to revisit one of my favorite Okoboji treats this weekend, which happily tasted just the same.
The perks of traveling with a photographer are photos like this one. Credit to Alyssa Schukar.Tweet