Armyphotog
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Inside my own mind with all my happy memories of a life well spent.
Where's your happy place?
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feralmerril
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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.
bloo
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Behind the wheel of my 63 Ford Galaxie. Or the Magic Kingdom......
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ChattanoogaPhil
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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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JcMack
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They grow up so fast. Mama looks like DAISY. Donald still got it!
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cass
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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
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
