memories

I was just remembering how much fun we had playing at The Rocks. We were pretty silly kids, but at least no one could say we lacked imagination. We played Star Trek and Star Wars and house and princesses and just about anything else you could think of. It was lots of fun exploring and swimming in that muddy little pond. I also remember playing baseball and croquet with Daddy out in our field. I remember the excitement I felt each spring when you could here the ice crack on the stream. I remember playing in the big ditch by the stream where there were tons of those wonderful pull apart plants. Those were so much fun to pull apart and put back together. I remember spending a lot of time enchanted with them. I remember catching little snakes and horny toads. I remember playing in the little stream catching little fish and red dots (I still don't know what those were, only they looked like swimming little red dots), and running through the culvert. Is that how you spell it? It was lots of fun finding hideouts in the willow trees. We really had a wonderful place to grow up on our property out there in Wyoming. I shall always cherish very fond memories of life at Pomeroy Basin.