High upon a hill in Beasore near Bass Lake is the charminest little general store there ever was. Run for generations by my boyfriend's family the Jones General Store is a former pack station that still does business during the summer months. Grandma bakes homemade fruit pies and cooks for people while grandpa works on maintaining the dozen cabins for people who come up to stay at the campsite for the season. There's even an old-fashioned glass topped fuel pump out in front that you actually have to pump by hand in order to get your gas. Instead of mule teams coming through, these days the customers are bikers and long time residents of the mountains who all stop by for the delicious Jones burgers. I can't wait to get up there Memorial Day weekend!
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