This ongoing project explores the town of Copake, New York, and the annual reunion that the land hosts for my extended family. As a child, my dad and his family used every warm weekend as an excuse to drive up to Copake from their home in Forest Hills, New York. Juicy blueberries picked from rolling hills, the familiar smell of dust and worn pages from Rodger's Book Barn, blades of grass that tickle exposed skin as the golden light recedes into the horizon; Copake was a sacred bubble that held a different world. Thirty years later, my dad brought my sister and me to this Garden of Eden, and it became ours. We splurged in the activities my dad once enjoyed, turned them into traditions that are now essential to our annual trip. It is now the turn of the next generation to start creating their memories of Copake, memories that will be remembered when they bring their kids to the sweet land years from now.