Where I grew up

Our little family before my brothers were born.



Pop and I walking across the field after some very important work for which I'm sure I was an essential help (or at least he made me feel like I was).



Fast forward. Here riding the daughter of my horse who died this year. She is not quite as smooth. Nor does she understand me as well, but we have fun, especially racing my mom's black lab.



It's pretty much dog heaven. We just had to put the golden retriever to sleep. He had cancer.



Both these dogs were getting old. Sometimes they can't get back across the creek on their own anymore so I had to go remind them the way back home.



One of the best swim holes on the creek on our property, across the field.



Have rafted the creek dozens of times. This one must have been soon after a skin cancer lecture for me.