On this day, I learned where the cabin my uncle “Red” has a stake in is. You drive ten minutes on the interstate, twenty five minutes on the Scenic Route Highway, turn onto a smaller highway for another fifteen minutes, change to a smaller highway for about five or ten minutes, then hop onto a small county road for a few minutes, then hop onto a dirt county road and drive on that for another twenty minutes.
You ford creeks four times getting out there, and countless mud puddles. This is in the “dry” season, although our July has been abnormally wet so far. But there was definitely a heavy film of dust on our front windshield from following my uncle in his large creek-fording-capabilities Ford.
I learned that the Onan generator we were coming to pick up was 1) ancient 2) heavy 3) had a carburetor.
It had never really occured to me that generators were just fancy motors, but it makes sense.
We stopped in the creek on the way back and washed all the chiggers off that might’ve been crawling up our legs (no one had mowed grass at the cabin in a while so it was about 6 inches tall) and enjoyed some peaches my dad had picked up for $2 before we left civilization.
On the drive out there, my dad and I talked, and I learned a whole bunch about his life long before I came along. I always love to hear his stories, and this time was no different. When I got home, I talked about it some to my mom and got her thoughts on it; she just said like always “Allison, your dad is one in a million.”