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Thursday, August 7, 2014

A Day Out Is Rare

but now and then we force ourselves to do something other than work.  Hubby had a mission and I went along for the ride.  We arrived at one of my favorite places, the Wolf House in Norfork, Arkansas.
I have shared visits to the Wolf House before but I never tire of seeing it and revisiting the history that people actively work to keep intact. If I were to build a dream home it would be much like the Wolf house only with modern amenities.  Other structures have been added to the compound, all part of our history with many buildings Jacob Wolf built himself.
There is an elevated walk way so you can have an overall look and/or you can visit each structure up close and personal. 
This is viewing the back or front actually since it faces White River from the walk way. The trees are fully leafed so the view was different form my last visit.  
Where the Norfork River(right) meets the White River was an advantageous location for a trading post.  The Wolfs were in the right spot for success.  They traded with new explorers and Native American Tribes that still lived in the area...before we got so greedy.

It was a successful day.  It was an enjoyable day.  Time out together was long overdue and appreciated.
I tried to get a new profile picture with Hubby behind the lens
Many of y'all will know this look.  I won't tell that Hubby was encouraging me to stick out my chest and suggested I grab some nuts off this pecan tree. 

Sadly the days are past that I look good naked but that's okay.  I don't allow naked viewing.  I try to pretend by choosing a Barbarian character on my video game and call her Buxom Babe but only in the video. When I play my beauty is timeless.  Sixty does something to you...not the age necessarily but the journey to reach sixty.
Playing peek-a-boo is always a fun game when a husband is making snide remarks. He forgot I was armed.
He's pushing his luck.  He soon will be sixty-three and I can still out run him.  And I'm a pretty good shot.
I guess I will let him get away with his ribbing because we are working on the next forty-two years together.
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