On our last day in NoDak we went out to the farm where my grandma grew up, which is right on Sweetwater Lake….home to a million and a half HUGE mosquitoes. We survived the bugs, enjoyed a ride in a boat/8-Wheeler and had a wonderful meal. The house that my grandma grew up in is still standing, but no longer used and a new house is on the property and used by some of my dad’s cousins from time to time. The last time I was there was in 1989 and I mostly remember it being very windy.
My dad’s cousin, Mary and her husband, Jack, live nearby and were able to host us at the farm. They were such gracious hosts and I was a bit sad not to join the rest of the family the next day at their house to see Jack’s farming operation, but it was time for us to head back to the PNW. What follows are the photos that I snapped out at the farm, none of which include the little red house that my grandma grew up in or the mosquitoes.
I also have to say that I saw my brothers, Chaya, and dad take off on a 4-Wheeler down a trail and then suddenly they were floating in the lake, I was shocked. I thought to myself that OF COURSE my brothers would try to take an 8 wheeler in the water, then I discovered that is exactly what it is for. I felt a tiny bit bad for thinking my brothers would break something….then I got over it.
Enjoy the pictures.
If you make it to the end, there may or may not be one Maggie looking ultra cheesy in her anti-mosquito jumpsuit and her Webster School fresh forehead bruise.
