The air was cool but pleasant. The fields were bright green. The flowers, especially tulips, were beautiful. The meadowlarks and other birds were singing. The Blacksmith Fork, Little Bear, and Spring Creek were full of water. Even the smell of the cattle pens was nostalgic, bringing back memories of my boyhood cabin near Woodland. I even cranked up a bit (for me), traveling 26 miles in two and a half hours.

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Hey dad, I love you and I'm glad you post on the blog. I look at it regularly.
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