This popped up on my memories feed. Such a great name for a boat. 🤘
Heard this song on the radio today. It brought back a lot of memories: careless summers and bartending for a living. And, now it’s on a station that caters to songs from the 90s…might as well call it and “oldies” station.
El Dorado National Forest, past the Swansboro Airport and up Mosquito Road, 1972
This must have been shortly after Dad returned from Viet Nam and bought 55 acres here. That parcel has grown to 90 acres now, with half of it bordering National Forest land.
The rad Pontiac station wagon is long gone. But, the sign is still there. And, I’m still here.