Day 237 - 128 Days to go
Base Camp Coffee of the Day: Lost in the Woods (Colombia/Sumatra blend)
A long drive is how we began our day. We are making the trip to a far away funeral. If there is any bright spot to it, it will be seeing family again. Our daughter and her husband are meeting us in the town we lived in prior to our move to Missouri. One of the attractions in that town is a train ride up the river valley that coincidently travels through one of my uncles farm. He's gone now but my cousin still owns it. It will be nice to roll through one of our favorite old camping spots when the kids were growing up. We had carved out a number of campsites down there on the farm. I think that everyone's favorite was a site close to the train tracks that was high enough to put all the kids at eye level with the train engineer as it rolled by several times each weekend. We saw where our old campsite was located but after more than 25 years, there was nothing left of it. The woods had reclaimed the entire area. Even though the rock firepit was probably still there, the brush had grown up to where that was even unrecognizable. Still, the memories were fond and my daughter pointed out all of the things she remembered about her "Adventureland" including the giant boulders they all used to climb on as kids playing around our rustic camp. One of my favorite memories was of my uncle himself. He was one of the best story tellers I've ever known. Our campsite was probably close to a half mile from the house. Too far for an old man to walk. Early in the morning on Saturday or Sunday, you could hear the putt putt putt of one of his many old WD45 Alice Chalmers tractors making it's way from the house out through the woods towards our camp. That was the sign to get our campfire coffee ready for him and his stories. My Uncle Ed was one of the most interesting men I have ever known. Not only that, but he instantly became a "Favorite Uncle" to everyone I introduced him to. His wife, my aunt Mary, was just as much a part of the family memories. She didn't leave the house much but I can always remember that no matter when or what time of day you walked into the kitchen, she almost immediately began serving food. Ham and Beans, Chili, oven baked Macaroni and Cheese were among my personal favorites. The coffee pot was always on.
I re-lived some of those memories as we passed through the old farm on the train. It was a good day in that regard!
I re-lived some of those memories as we passed through the old farm on the train. It was a good day in that regard!
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We went to Boone, when my daughter and her family were here a few years ago. Steve was talking so much about Boone, and memories he had from there. So picturesque, and beautiful! I would have loved to been to the farm near there. What a great ride!
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