Day 112
It’s winter and
we have to drive through the creek
or, rather, we
bounce off one side into the water and
hopefully have
enough speed to bounce back up onto
the other side.
Ah!
The pleasures of “country” living; always an adventure to be---savored!? Hmm!
Never
a dull moment. I love winter, snow, cold, ice! Oh! Yeah! Baby!
Of
course, I adore all the seasons; might get “bored” (God forbid) without change.
The
ole creek flowed year round At a pretty good pace; in dry times, the width
reached about fifteen to twenty feet and only 8 – 10 inches deep. In winter,
the edges would freeze solid and over a few days begin to build up to a height
of six to ten inches, forming a city-type “curb”.
To
negotiate this hazard, a delicate maneuver involving “speed”, dexterity and
judgment had to be employed. It was not particularly difficult; we managed the
impediment for twelve years.
Some people
“look” for trouble (It’ll always find you!), I solve problems and laugh and
live!
Ah! Cookie
Jar Sweet “Bumpety-bump” Memories!
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