A Wander-ful Story

Young travelers we were. That’s me on the left, age 5 and my brother on the right, age 3. We’d lived in six places by then. I remember getting to drive that truck when I was a little older. All the grownups and boys would be bucking hay bales. Uncle Butch would tie the steering wheel just so and he had some way to fix the gas peddle so it would go real slow. Then he would set me up in the seat and put me in charge! Off we’d go, in big circles around the field.

So, if and when I leave the Ozarks for any reason you’ll hear about it here. Those little side trips I make in the Ozarks will still be at Moonmooring for you to read about.

Pull up your chair, plan on reading awhile and taking in the pictures!