On A Personal Note . . .

Some call them weeds, others call them wildflowers. Regardless of your perspective, they add a brilliant color and variety to the landscape when exploring for a final time some 350 rugged acres of family history . . .

. . . and give fire to the imagination.

A journey that has you imagining you might .... just might .... discover along some remote, forgotten creekside the long-lost footprints of your father as a young boy, and his father, and his father's father, and so on ....