A few months ago I was visiting my parents and my dad took us on a beautiful drive. He told me about this old home and that the roof was sunken in. As we approached it I realized why he always loved to see it when he went hunting. It was really beautiful for a old house. I to was amazed that it was still standing through all these years. I wondered about it's history, I am sure it had some great stories to tell. I can only wonder. I had to cross a barbed wire fence and weave through some pretty thick brush to get close enough to get a good picture. I was a little nervous since my dad had just been telling us stories about Coyotes in the area. I am a chicken , I snapped a few pictures and hurried out of there. I have wondered about this old house this week. Has the roof collapsed with all of the snow they have gotten this winter? I am sure glad that I was able to hear of my dad's stories and take a picture of this. I know that when ever I see this picture I will be reminded of my dad and his amazing experiences that he shares with my family.





