My aunt owns a cabin in the Sierra Nevada woods. Every summer my family goes up for few days. We bring our hiking boots, bikes, bathing suits and floatation devices. Sometimes we float on the river for hours, yelling for the kids to come rescue us when our river rafts go too far down stream–why paddle when you have children for that? There’s a place called the Frosty that we go to get burgers, fries and soft ice cream cones dipped in chocolate. Every year we ride our bikes to a historical one-room cabin where the first trapper in the area set up shop. There’s a railroad museum and lots of Gold Rush exhibits, too. One year we went horseback riding with a guide who showed us the original route of the Western Pacific Railroad. He kept talking about his gelding in the third person, things like, “Red bought this ranch you’re riding on,” “Yep, we owe it all to Red.”  We had no idea who Red was, but eventually learned that he was a famous rodeo horse that earned a lot of prize money in his heyday. When we asked our tour guide why our horses’ tails were tied…