Up At the Farm

When I was a kid we spent two weeks every summer upstate NY hiking and fishing and roasting marshmallows. This past weekend M&I finally made the trip up and had a great time. It was so nice to get out of the city for the weekend. The fresh air, the quiet, all the stars. Just amazing. And then there was the flood of memories. We took the same hike we used to take when I was young, we played chip and putt and we took some pictures of old barns. There is now indoor plumbing and the ceiling is 2 feet higher. There are a few more buildings and the yard isn’t over run with weeds as tall as us. The apple tree outside lost its swing in a storm and although Grandpa swears it is larger than it was 20 years ago, it seems a whole lot smaller. It wasn’t cold enough most mornings for Grandpa to start a fire in the pot belly stove, but he did it once to keep us happy. I could use a getaway like that more often.


One Reply to “Up At the Farm”

  1. I could smell and feel the place upstate as you described it. Of all the places I’ve known back home that’s the one I miss the most. Glad you guys had a chance to go.

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