And driving through the Wisconsin countryside by myself is a weird thing because it brings my grandparents right to me close.
Memories of them, all four of them, washed over me for hours. In a way I enjoyed it, and it also made me miss them.
John was up at the lake on Saturday, turned on the water in his cabin and then had to deal with LEAKS. They were all taken care of by the end of the night.
Today we went for a walk to the dam and back to the field.
It was a lovely weekend, all in all.