Joel deWaard
remnants of heritage
On my roadtrip to Iowa last week I once again stopped by the homestead in Eastern Montana where my mom was born and raised. The fenceline marks the western edge of their property. The wooden contraption in the foreground is what remains of some sort of road grader which my grandfather used to maintain gravel roads for the county.
After nearly 4000 miles in 6 days it is good to be back home. The trip home was 28 hours straight driving, complete with wind, tornadoes, hailstorms, thunder and lightning storms, and even a bit of snow. Now for wedding week....
remnants of heritage
On my roadtrip to Iowa last week I once again stopped by the homestead in Eastern Montana where my mom was born and raised. The fenceline marks the western edge of their property. The wooden contraption in the foreground is what remains of some sort of road grader which my grandfather used to maintain gravel roads for the county.
After nearly 4000 miles in 6 days it is good to be back home. The trip home was 28 hours straight driving, complete with wind, tornadoes, hailstorms, thunder and lightning storms, and even a bit of snow. Now for wedding week....