HMMMMMMM Looks suspiciously like a " Finger Lake"

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DAV in honor of POP

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The five have become three.

I suppose it is time to name them. Suggestions?






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The great outdoors is my happy place my sanity. Tree stand, fishing pole in hand, camping. Just out and away from city life. I truly enjoy nature the piece an quite.

Huey, Duey, and Louie

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Gosh; There's so many places I've been over the years that just one is hard to describe. Had a rock I sat on for years in the Sierras that the other guys named it Dick's Rock. Took several bucks there. And a place in Southern Idaho I really liked. Took a lot of bucks there also. Now in Oregon I have another place to hunt. Beautiful country, lots of great mountains & creeks & rivers. Deer & elk all around. Bears too. All the places named have soft spot in my heart. Watching the sun come up & enjoying the beauty is the only way to go.

While the Flathead Valley Montana, or Vail Colorado, would make a fine happy place. The Les Cheneaux Islands, northern Lake Huron, wins hands down. I can skip out of work early Friday, and have cocktails on the dock before dinner.

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My back porch.

Any place I can sit in peace and watch the sunset on the horizon or mountains. Living in the city/burbs makes you appreciate the prairre, mountains and desert. I love places that are wide open.

The last "happy place" I had was my Dad's backyard in the San Jose part of Bisbee AZ. I would sit and watch the sun go down beyond the mountains, sipping some Maker's or Coor's and puffing on a Havana I smuggled in from Mexico. The solitude, peace and quiet and watching the sky turn umpteen shades of orange and purple would rejouvenate me!

I've felt the same feelings in a good campsite in the Indiana woods, a lake in Florida and at sunset and dawn along the ocean.

It's been too long since I've "had" a happy place

Cruising on Lake Michigan in the early morning with flat water,a hot cup of coffee and my first mate.

Having the beach to myself watching the sun come up . . .

Inside my own mind with all my happy memories of a life well spent.

Used to be a blackjack table. Now retired its playing deuces wild on the computer. Anyway thats timewise. Now my best places seem to be mountain tops when I can get to them on the quad. The price of gas has gave me pause now as I go about half what we did. For some reason I always have to get high up and just look. Last saturday I took our club to a remote area I know up high for a 40 mile ride. All or most of them liked it but some found it challenging. Maybe I will post a few of theresa`s pictures later.

Behind the wheel of my 63 Ford Galaxie. Or the Magic Kingdom......



Ted

Good names.

Huey, Duey and Louie are doing well.

Huey and Duey still stay together like ducklings, but Louie likes to to hang with the big ducks.


Huey and Duey





Louie





------ Looks like the fellas have been frisky lately. Momma sitting on about eight eggs.



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They grow up so fast. Mama looks like DAISY. Donald still got it!

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On the back side of the ranch is a very old long abandoned family cemetery that I maintain. The original family has long since departed the area, so I'm just about the only person that knows it's there. Beside the cemetery is some large Oak trees that I sit under and enjoy the quiet, and have "conversations" with the old settlers buried there. I've also taken more big deer, Coyotes and hogs there than in my blind. It's my own piece of Heaven.

We all have places where we feel most at ease, comfortable and happy. For me, it's returning to my roots - an old mining town in southern Arizona by the name of Bisbee. My maternal grandparents are buried there, as my grandfather was a mining foreman there for most of his life. My mother was born there, and I can remember visiting with my grandparents there when I was just a toddler. Today, Bisbee is just a backwater town, where it was once, in its heyday, the most thriving burg between St. Louis and San Francisco. The century-old buildings remain, and today, the town looks much as it did a century ago. Only the people have changed; the hard-scrabble miners replaced for the most part with artsy-craftsy types and those who manage restaurants and places to stay.

To me, Bisbee will always be part of my heritage, and in visiting there I can reflect on years gone by. The pace there today is slow and relaxed. The hustle and bustle of big cities is hundreds of miles away.

To me, my "happy place" is sitting on the veranda of the old Copper Queen Hotel, sipping a Margarita with my wife at my side, and letting the rest of world go by. I'm comfortable, as one with my ancestors, and re-entering a time when life was straightforward, simple, honest and rewarding.

John

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