Dam photos
It was a hectic start, a bit of getting lost, a bit of running in the airport, but somehow I made it. Three flights, no sleep. I was a bit shaky by the time I arrived. It's the sleep deprevation and lack of proper nourishment that gets me everytime.
Anyway, he is most definately keepin' calm and carryin' on, my Dad. We keep telling him he needs to keep it calmer and he needs to sleep and he needs to sit and you know what... I totally understand why he can be a bit annoyed with us. Suddenly we are treating him like he is a child. No grown man wants to be talked to like that.
Yesterday we went on an excursion. He became fixated on the idea that he wanted to go and take photos of the dam near Stockville, which is over an hour round trip drive from my family home. And so we did. We drove and drove over the small hills, slipped between fields of wheat and corn. He told me stories about a horse riding trail, trips to far flung colleges and that one time when there was a buffalo road block on our way back home from South Dakota. It's like his head was full of stories and he just needed to get them all out.
We arrived at the dam and out came the $5 disposable camera. I took pictures of dam, the sky, the small river rendering the dam a bit superfluous. He took my picture with the dam behind me. I took his picture with the dam behind him. We then piled into the truck, drove even further to the large river and again, out came the camera. It was at that point when Mom called. We were in trouble. Shame on us for straying too far from home. So home we drove.
It was a pretty dam good day, that!

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