This is the back entrance to the cabin where we would make Mom stop the car, and Randy and I would race up the hill and sneak in the back to surprise Granny and Grandad. Of course, they could hear us giggling and breaking branches all the way up the hill, but they always pretended to be surprised.

If there is a prettier river than the Medina in Texas, I've never seen it. We would jump from the rope swing, swim and tube for hours, but we always had to wait an excruciating hour after a meal for our food to settle.
I loved (and still do) this bridge, because it meant we were minutes away from the cabin and I loved seeing how high the river was. Many times, I saw the water over the bridge after a storm. One time in particular, it was so high that Grandad had to evacuate us the back way. With me on his shoulders, he walked through muddy water hip deep. I remember that I wasn't scared, but sad that it was time to go home. We also loved swimming backwards against the current, trying to make it back on the slippery concrete.
I'm sure I'll be posting many more photos this summer.
1 comment:
beautiful pics!
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