I see this old dwelling every time I venture down Packsaddle Road. Nobody I transport in this neck of the Tetonia woods has ever been able to give me the old Mormon family name that goes with it.
I dropped off the lady that lives on the covered wagon road today, grateful that my bus didn’t get swallowed by the mud, and stopped to take this shot from my passenger door on the way out. Kinda makes you want to venture inside, huh? Or maybe not…
I bet it would have some great stories to tell if it could. I know my old house in Mud Lake would. Good memories and family times and hard lessons learned.
Miss you my friend. Tell Karen hello
Good to hear from you Sally! I will definitely tell Karen you said hi.