Little Cabin By The Big River

As we turned off the narrow strip of asphalt road and began winding our way through the sun dried stubble down to the biggest river crossing along the Oregon Trail, where we found a spattering of tiny, one room cabin's, staggered about a day park along the mirror surfaced river, meandering silently by...

We stepped from the car, and were suddenly and silently transformed to a place void of time. Where the most pressing thing was the lure of the porch swing, rocking you as serinely as a babe in mother's arms, while wrapped in the shade cooled breeze...

We were unprepared for the flood of childhood memories that came along with the first slam and bounce of the wooden screen door. Eliciting stories mixed with childish laughter from we two unrepentant hon-yocks...Funny how we found we both loved and missed the sound...So we took full  advantage of the gift and let 'er bounce...

This little cabin by the big river, along with all the surounding beauties, held just the right amount of respite Honey and I needed...

Smile and remember;

We're fool's whether we dance or not. So we might as well dance.