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Posted by Steve Elliot on Friday, February 29, 2008 at 20:22:31 :
After reading Earl Callow's story It got me thinking of a slice of my life that I would enjoy telling. So gather round the cracklin campfire and allow me to tell my story. If only one of you enjoys it it will make me happy. Speaking of sittin round a campfire,
that has to be one of lifes pure pleasures.
About 28 years ago I was blessed with twin sons. A year later one more son came along. Due to unfortunate circumstances a short time later I became a single dad. The wife left and I began raising my 3 sons alone. I had help along the way but the boys lived with me. Each summer I would take them on vacation. Just the boys and me. I had a 1977 Ford F250 4x4 with camper shell. I built a platform in the bed so the boys could sleep in the back. We usually went trout fishing and camped out. Those were some of the best times im my life. Anyway one year the grandmother wanted us to come visit. She lived in Missoula Montana and we lived in the bay area in California. That was about a thousand mile drive one way. After driving many miles through Nevada I decided to take a break from the highway so I pulled off on to a dirt road somewhere out in the desert. I told one of the twins to get behind the wheel. The were maybe 8 and 9 years old. He looked at me with wide eyes. I said ok head on down the road and I'll tell you when to stop. Off we went down the road. Not very straight but down the road. I'll never forget the grin on there faces. I seem to recall the younger one had to sit in my lap. He could'nt reach the pedals. He got to steer it though.I think we killed some sage brush too.
Other stops along the way included looking through museums in little dinky towns. Seems like every town along the way had a museum with stuff from the 1800's.Always interesting.
Of course we had to stop and shoot holes in an old abandoned car with the 357. Don't worry we all had to stand behind the shooter.
Now the twins are 28 and the younger one is 27. They are blue collar workers. Hard working and honest. I'm proud that they turned out to be good human beings. One of the twins has blessed me with a grandson. He's almost three now. I had a visit in New Mexico with him last Christmas. Taught him how to thread a nut onto a bolt. And when He says "I love you grandpa" I figure I'm pretty lucky.
Sorry there's no Power Wagon content but maybe later when the grandson gets older and I retire I'll have another story.
I hope this story influences somebody else to tell a story of something in there life. I think most of us enjoy hearing from our family of Power Wagon friends.
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