There are just those people…

In Ankeny Iowa for a CT and appointment with ENT to figure out what is going on inside my head….sinus headache since mid August.  Off and on now but the first couple of months were hell until I had the guts to put Braggs Apple cider vinegar in the neti pot which got things moving.  I’ve found some other anti-inflammatory remedies but sharing only with a select audience.

Because I have to drive to Iowa for my health care due to only Iowa doctors and facilities are in network with my insurance….at least I have insurance…. I was able to spend the evening at Panera with childhood friends, Suzy and Lennie.   I had no idea how much I needed to have some girls talk until the Hello Hugs in the parking lot.  These two are in my small circle of long time friendships who offer love and acceptance with no judgement…..I guess we call that unconditional love.  I feel very, very safe and loved when in the company of these friends!

……and then there is Brett….Brett’s been gone now for 7 years.  I miss him everyday.  Today is his 50th birthday….we will be at the stream next week and the soul of Bennett Spring will bring us together again! I posted this picture on FB this morning and it got me primed for the day….the short bouts of tears.  So, Happy Birthday, Mr Hall….hahaha  you would have been 50 😍


Until next time…..

The bridge

After the flood in May 2017, this bridge was closed for a time so engineers could determine the safety of crossing it.  I, personally, could answer that question prior to the flood and I am not an engineer although  I can mark “some college” on applications.  If that’s not enough, I will tell you that pulling a 30 foot 5th wheel over it is not safe for my mental health….thankfully as a result of the flood it is now only safe for passenger vehicles. 🙄

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My thinking has always been that you don’t stick your tongue on a frozen swing set in winter, you don’t stick metal wires in electric outlets and you don’t drive over this bridge unless there is no other way out and someone is chasing you wearing a hockey mask and his name is Jason.

Until next time…..

My view this morning

Very light sprinkles this morning so we are hanging out in the trailer….well, I’m glued to my spot at the table with this view with the only excitement being if someone drives by, in or out…he, on the other hand, is checking out the other campers from his perch and just went outside to tie down the awning like the camper next door in case a wind gust or mini storm blows up.  I assume he will be in shortly to continue reading about knot tying.


He’s baaack

Yesterday we spent the afternoon in Lebanon..antique shopping at our favorite store down here and then over to the sporting goods store at the “mall” (calling it a mall is a little grandiose).

He found me this beautiful sig saur .380 with black pearl grips.  It fits me much better than the one I currently use which was cheap and is difficult to break down as well as a very tight trigger.  I’m very excited to hit the shooting range.

I would assume that after lunch, he will be in the stream rain or shine.  He loves to fish in the rain.

So, that’s it for now, Dear Diary.

Until next time…..

Bennett Spring history

We’ve been all up into the history of Bennett Spring since I accidentally found some information on the Department of Interior website last night.


Today we  attempted to find some of the CCC buildings built in the 30s…there are several of them still here and I love that fact.  While creeping around this morning, the fish hatchery manager found us and wow…..he was a plethora of information and he loved sharing it.  I’m waiting for him to send me some pictures he has of the building of the new damn in 1960.


The old dam abutments are still there and we could actually see the reinforcements in the water but could not get pictures because of the reflection.  He is standing on one end of it.


The stone bridge built by the civilian conservation  Corp.  Arches turned sideways designating CCC.


Today and then.  Then was a hotel.  An elderly gentleman who blasted  the horn for the beginning of trout season 2017 shared stories of the hotel where he and his wife stayed…rooms went for $2.50 a night


Of course, the lodge which hasn’t changed much.


And this building which has been many things…currently restrooms


So…now he is off to catch some of these


Until next time…..

Perfect weekend

The brother-in-law and the bestie came for a visit Friday night and Saturday.  Obviously ordered by the mental health angels.  We began our trip to Bennett Spring feeling loved and centered!

As happens every time we drive down into the park my heart sang with old memories of happiness and making new memories with him.  After setting up, we headed to the lodge for dinner at 4:30 …. exactly the way old people are supposed to do it.  I have hope every time we are here that the food will improve but I swear they can’t even pull off a tasty hamburger…we are repeat customers mostly because of the ambiance and history.  The lodge along with most all of the other buildings and bridges here were built by the CCC in the 30’s.

After dinner we hit the park store to check for off season sales and to scope out my future purchases.


We bought a couple of ball caps which were a necessity because it started raining.  After a hot and humid day on the stream, rain brings on the eerie fog which roles from the spring down the stream.  Fisherman actually are lost from View by the fog.


…..and when we got back to the campsite…


Namaste…

Bennett June 2017 The Stream

When we got back to Bennett Spring tonight, we took a walk along the stream closest to the actual spring.  As frequently happens at dusk after warm, humid days the fog hangs over the stream.  We’ve experienced the fog so thick that anglers were totally enveloped…


He picked up a trout tag for tomorrow so there will be fishing!  Rex and Diane Hall will be here from Iowa.  It will be a perfect day with or without trout.

Counting my blessings!

Until next time….

Bennett June 2017 Side trip to Rolla 

I’ve been sort of working on geneology for his side of the family.  One of his aunts apparently has compiled a lot of research but I haven’t seen it yet so I’m doing it also and hopefully will be able to compare information.  The particular difficulty I have is a result of my mother being a Brown who married a Green and I in turn married a Brown but we aren’t 1st cousins and what I’m finding out not cousins as far back as 5 or 6 generations.  I’m so intrigued with the movement of our ancestors and I continue asking why…will never have an answer to those questions but I continue to ask.  On his Brown side, great grandparents hailed around Coles, Illinois then sometime in the late 1800s made their way to  Cold Springs  MO near Rolla, MO….where his young adult grandfather made the hike to Newton, IA.  Being about an hour from Rolla, we took off this afternoon to visit the spirit of the ancestors.  Cold Springs is only a memory township these days and in the month of June, the Rolla historical society closes at 2:45…we were an hour late!

We did visit the first courthouse of Phelps County in Rolla…sitting in an old courtroom, I mentioned that it is possible some of his family could have gotten in trouble and been in this courthouse … he immediately countered with or they might have been a judge.  Perspective.


Until next time….

Bennett June 2017 Listening to a military veteran

Last evening’s jaunt overto the fishing hole was a little warm..I think my watch said 87. I’ve been running around in tank tops  which is something I would would never wear in public at home…the tree canopies cooled it down and then as always, the closer we got to the stream the cooler it was.  I picked out my bench and settled in to watch him fish.  I didn’t really even care if he hooked anything just the occasional relaxing cool breeze, the beauty of nature and watching the poetry of my husbands fly fishing technique.  The trout that jumped full body in an arc out of the water beside him will always stick in my memory.

The trout and the Veteran.  Grizzled old guy ,,,, probably my age,,,sitting on a lawn chair packing up his fishing supplies was approached by a woman walking a dog.  By his license plate she must have realized he was a veteran?  She stopped asked if she could shake his hand and thanked him for his service.  I assumed he was a lonely old angler because he started talking about his three deployments the last of which was Desert Storm.  He had been injured several times and had been treated back home for those injuries along with a couple rounds of cancer.  He was delighted that he could actually fly fish this trip to Bennett because even last year he could not get his arm up high enough to cast.  He was joyful.  IT brought tears to my eyes.  So many lessons here!  so much gratitude!  

Until next time…

Bennett June 2017 Tuesday

This is what we have been doing today


Has anyone else noticed I need to have my glasses adjusted?

He took the truck into the Ford dealership this morning.  Had a neighbor camper follow him in and bring him home.  This is what RVers do…one of these days we may have the opportunity to pay it forward.  Enterprise had no vehicles to rent until about 3 pm.  By then, he had been in contact with the dealership to find out our brake pads were disentegrating….the truck is a 2005 with 40,000 miles on it rather than a standard 140,000 meaning it hadn’t been driven a whole lot and the brakes just rusted away.  Truck will be ready for pickup in the morning.


We’ve all just been hanging out.  He and I did take a walk down along the stream after lunch…or what some of you propers call dinner.  Made our way over to the park store for a fishing shirt with long sleeves with some SPF protection and a floppy fishing had to cover the ears and unprotected bald spot 👴🏻.

Heading out soon for the stream…have to plan this outing because he will have to carry everything and plod along in his waders…it’s only 1/2 mile where he wants to get in but with his sideward movement, he undoubtedly will end up further away…hey wait…who’s going to carry my lawn chair?

Until next time…

Bennett June 2017

Set up camp on Sunday….mental health temp…awesome..it’s like My soul is sheltered as we drive down into the park!

First day of fishing.  He didn’t bring long pants for under his waders … so when he headed to the stream, I headed to Walmart.  Side note…I first drove back to the campsite to get his trout tag that he left on the counter.  Backing up the f250 is not my strong suit, sure enough I backed into the tripod that holds the 5th wheel hitch steady.  Uh oh.  A little damage to the bumper and this is really only significant because a couple years ago I ran the side of the Titan into a concrete planter in a parking lot doing some ugly, significant damage to the side of the truck as well as the side step bar.  He handles these driving boo boos pretty well although I did here a fair amount of curse words after the initial revelation.  

Actually a beautiful day in the shade for me. 

  •  Btw…he determined he no longer needed the long pants under his waders.  I’m keeping them in the trailer for future cold weather trips.
  • No trout for dinner so we made the 11 miles curvy road jaunt into Lebanon and ate cod.  On the way home the truck started making “those” noises.  Noises that all of a sudden you look at each other with the “what the hell was that” look.
  • As always when the unknown pops up, you weigh all of your options and make a decision which will haunt you all night long because it never seems the right decision.
  • Best news of the day was msg from Brett’s folks asking how long we would be here because they were coming Thursday and the rest of the family on Friday.  Like a shot of pure joy to settle down the truck anxiety and make life perfect again.

Until next time….