"The Farm" is what we called my Grandma and Grandpa's home and property when I was growing up. My cousin, Paul, now lives in their home, but "The Farm" will forever be what it is called to me. Sure love our extended family. Also, I realized that we are full-blown city slickers on this trip out to see and feed the cattle and it made me a little sad!
The sunset was unreal.
A separate evening, Bryan and I snuck away to get a little mud on the tires. We drove above Mantua and spotted a few remaining Fall leaves, with snow peaking through on the mountain tops. After, we dined at The Old Grist Mill, one of my favorites.
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