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| The old tree stand. |
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| The view behind the farm house. . . . |
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| Pat, just as we began hiking around 5:40 p.m. |
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| Getting dark, around 6:30 |
This was an excellent time. Haven't been to the farm in at least two or three years. When we arrived with Lynn and Dad, it was around 36 degrees inside and out, maybe even colder inside the farm house. Dad jumped back in the jeep and turned on the heat, ready to head back to civilization after being there maybe 45 minutes. Marty called in the interim, and I strolled around the living room while talking to her. Pat and Lynn packed up what they wanted to take home--and unpacked a space heater. Because Pat wanted to hike, he stoked up the fiery furnace in the basement of the farmhouse. Then we set off, leaving Dad and Lynn in front of the flat screen in the living room, watching old episodes of Deadwood.
The hike was not strenuous but awesome. Pat showed me the deer stand where he encountered two bobcats one night while hunting. We walked the perimeter of the farm in the snow. Ending up on a flat road that runs up to the back of the farmhouse. The silhouette of the house was just visible in the distance, a tiny window of light shining out into the night. The road was still snow-covered and pristine, with no visible tracks. We heard coyotes in the distance, getting nearer, so we decided to go back to the house. Amazing! We'd only been gone an hour but it was absolutely toasty by the time we got back.
The evening ended with dinner in Hermann at the Concert Hall and Barrel Bar. Pulled pork, a couple of beers or a glass of wine. Country music, a tin ceiling, kind waitress.
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