Here we are at Uncle Bob's Cabin near Fishing Bridge They made it
into an office. We left some of Henry's Grave-dirt there.
These are the adventures of my father, Rev. Henry F. Jonas's '84 Yellow Truck, as my daughter and I attempt to drive it from San Diego to our home in Northern Virginia. Wish us luck!
I remember taking his canoe out across the lake on a camp out we did. I awoke the next morning, on the shore of lake yellowstone, next to Wayne and the first think i saw when i opened my eyes was a bald eagle gliding over us looking for breakfast. It seemed like such a perfict moment. I felt so blessed and special and privaliged to be there. I will never forget it.
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