A few weeks back, we needed to be back in my hometown of Waterloo, IA. for a visitation. Turns out that the funeral home was under two miles from an important historical marker for our family; the place where I proposed to my lovely bride on April 30th, 1991.
 |
| On that date, the water in Black Hawk creek behind us was pretty close to the rock due as we had had some significant rainfall. The floodgates were only open to a width of about two feet and we probably shouldn't have been in there, but we were. |
 |
| You can't tell from the photo, but my leg, which had been feeling pretty good all day long, was starting to hurt as our photographer (Robby and Caleb) were taking a LONG time trying to get different settings on the phone camera! I'm not as young and spry as I was back in 1991. |
No comments:
Post a Comment