I want a Cabin.

Growing up in Colorado, my Dad had an interest in a ranch that had several cabins, a lake, and the South Plate River flowing through it.   I loved going up there on the weekends.

I loved fishing as well.     I also liked the log furniture that was contained in the main building as well as at least one of the cabins there.

Just walking in the front door made me feel comfortable.

Hey, Karen, let’s get a cabin!

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Growing up in Snow

It’s me, Karen’s Husband Norm, here blogging again as she is busy.

Growing up in Denver means that one gets used to walking and living with show.   And using overshoes.   I can even remember having to wear snow suits.   They where designed to keep one warm while in the snow, but there was something about them that this young man just didn’t like.

I remember that early in my life there in the Capital of Colorado, I quickly became a Levis man.   Even at a young age, I knew there was a difference between boys and girls.

Snow suits bothered me.   Overshoes did not.

ps: Karen didn’t grow up where it snowed.

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