|Kayaks are loaded. Took us a while to get|
them on one car. Let's see if they hold!
Continuing on we reminisced on how the "drunk guy" stumbled out of this house, what happened to the llamas at that field, and when the swimming hole was built. It all comes back to you, no matter how long it has been. We turned off of Black Lake Road where we used to fight as kids about who would open the Cow Gate. Our Dad would say "Don't let the cows out!," now I think if a cow was coming-I don't think I would stand a chance! The cows are long gone along with the big red barn who lost its life to a fire. The infamous dirt/rock road takes us to our launching site for our kayaks. Our dog, Tanner, used to hate the dirt road and jump on our laps as we were sardines in the back of a 1986 Chevy Station Wagon. We passed the once cow bars that kept the big black and white cows out of Black Lake. Now we are home free.