A trip to Grandpa’s camp
I have a lot of fond memories of my grandpa. As we cleaned out his house something reminded me of a trip I took out to his camp when I was a kid. The details are a little fuzzy, but here are the impressions that remain. To get to the land we rode in his big red van. I got to sit on a wooden box with a padded top and play with the 8-track machine. There might have been a seatbelt attached to the box, I can’t remember. At least one four wheeler was in the van, and maybe…Read the Rest