Uncle John always puts on a show. I don't know why but he likes to blow stuff up. He's had several years of training in the army with explosives and demolition. I'm sure our country neighbors were wondering what in the world was going on over at the "Love Ranch".
Grandma Marla and Sophia waiting in the truck.
Dad and John talking things over.
Here we are reminiscing about the day's activities. I know I won't be forgetting this day anytime soon--even to write about it now seems a bit surreal.

I'm sure we'll retell it time and time again and it will be passed down for future generations to hear.

I think it will be labeled in my memory bank as the wagon ride that got a little cowboy western.