About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the postal counter—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Nobody claimed it, and when he opened it later that day, inside were dozens of old letters addressed to ‘Postmaster General, Grand Lake Station.’ Curious, the delivery driver decided to deliver them as if they were routine mail. Over the next few days, neighbors started receiving strange replies—old letters from long-forgotten friends, relatives, even pets! It turned out to be an elaborate prank by a local historian who wanted to remind everyone how much fun nostalgia could be.
2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near the Grand Lake Station Oakland Post Office and walked into the lobby. On the counter lay an old-fashioned tin can with a sign that read ‘Free Coffee.’ No one had ever mentioned it before. The delivery driver poured himself a cup, took a sip, and nearly spit it out—it tasted like burnt toast. He looked around, saw no one, then heard a soft chuckle from behind him. Turning, he found an elderly gentleman smiling warmly. 'Oh, that's just Joe,' said the man. 'He makes it that way.' The driver laughed, shook hands, and left, knowing something special happened there every day.
3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near the Grand Lake Station Oakland Post Office and noticed an unusual package in the mail sorting cart. Curious, he picked it up—it felt like a large bundle wrapped in old newspaper. As he unwrapped it, out popped a friendly neighborhood cat who yawned and stretched, then sauntered off into the sunset—leaving behind only purrs and a note that read: ‘Thanks for the fresh fish!’ The delivery driver scratched his head, smiled, and went back to work.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Grand Lake Station Oakland Post Office one foggy morning and exclaimed, 'I thought I saw a squirrel running across the counter!' The clerk looked perplexed for a moment, then burst out laughing. ‘It’s probably just our new mascot,’ she said. The delivery driver shook his head and drove off, muttering something about needing more coffee. A few days later, a small sign appeared on the counter: “Squirrel Station – Where Letters Meet Critters.”