Getting ready to board the plane. It’s been a busy day so far, but I’ll soon be sitting for several hours.
A little chatting with Anne and Bill, and then Anne drove me to my dad’s apartment. But not before stopping to get a Fragle. This is a treat I loved in younger days and I thought it was lost to the ages. Apparently not. It is not something to eat every day, but a special treat. Thank you Anne and Bill for your hospitality. š


Dad and I got to spend a few hours talking. Mostly about the cabin, now and then. He was not at the cabin until the 1950s, but saw pictures and heard stories of its construction in 1924. The cabin was built by one man, maybe with a mule. He had the man’s name written down. He built the LOG cabin. The stone chimney was built by a second man, I think the next year. Dad has seen pictures of the chimney area covered by a tarpaulin.
Then I was picked up by friend Carol from my school days. We had lunch (lighter than a fragle) and a lovely walk around County Farm Park. She is such a good friend she drove me to the airport. š
Next post from the left coast.
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