We as a family go to a cabin two hours outside of Lewisburg in western PA.  The cabin was built by my mother’s mother’s father and his hunting buddies. Now it’s still leased from the national forest to those hunting buddy’s families.

 As a kid I remember digging for bullet casings out front, being scared to go to the privy alone, and I remember my grandfather’s joy of hiking.  We did a hike that he always did. We sat on a rock and remembered how he had sat there and ate sunflower seeds.

 We hiked, we sat on the porch and talked, we ate good food. There was alot of us! Our family was upstairs on the musty sagging mattresses, Dawn and Noelle were on the front porch (with the mice running over their beds), and the rest were in tents.