Some of my fondest memories are of camping out on Lake Mead with my grandfather (inarguably the best grandfather in the world) and grandmother (ditto), as well as my parents and sometimes a uncle or two. My younger brother was there too, but as the oldest child it was my duty to consider him a hindrance, as such, I don't remember his involvement much. Of course, he was very young and probably not allowed to do the activities in which I was involved. 

  Even now, more than a third of a century later, I can remember hearing coyotes yipping in the background at night, the pleasure of sitting around the campfire while the adults chatted, fishing with grandpa and dad, and walking around looking for rattlers and scorpions, just to look. But the best of all? Grandpa took us to a little store and bought us packs of Wrigley's chewing gum. Nothing can make a kid feel as special as a grandparent treating you to something not allowed in the family home.*

   Although the thought of a ghost town being revealed is exciting, having such remarkable memories attached to Lake Mead makes the event bittersweet at best. 

*If there are kids reading this, you parents are right and sugar will rot your teeth. 

Link to Ghost Town Emerges from Lake Mead as reported on CNN by unknown author.