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!
Cody and I went up to Bass Lake for his 10 year high school reunion this last weekend. On Saturday afternoon we took a trip up to Beasore Meadow to visit his grandma and grandpa up at Jones store. I love going up to visit and I just love seeing the old refrigerators that are still in action. I'm not sure how old they are exactly, but they look like they're at least from the 1950's. I took some pictures of the little name plate and am planning to print them out to make posters that we'll hang up once our home renovations are done. I think Cody will like having a bit of his family history displayed in our new home. 
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