So I swear I am not a very emoitional guy, in fact in the past I have had students tell me that they didn't believe I possessed any feel goods. So this post is as hippie/new age as I can get. My mother's family owns a farm in southern Idaho that I have always loved. It is one of those places that just feels like home. In fact it is the only place I have been to that I feel like is a part of me or I am a part of. Now I know several Westerbergs that read this will cry foul and point out that I grew up in California and spent far less time at the farm then they did (Bryan, Sara, and Matthew you can freely make this claim seeing that you were raised there). Of course this is true. But as a youth growing up in Stockton, I longed to be on the farm with Sara fishing, riding horses or all other sorts of other outdoor experiences. I suppose that what I am trying to say is that I love this place in a almost unqualified way and strongly desire to share it and its significance with my boys. So I was elated when I was invited by my Uncle Steven to go deer hunting with him on the farm so here are a few photos of the trip.
Dallin's favorite part of the trip uncle Terry let him help operate a bulldozer. Honestly a life list for Dallin. Uncle Terry and Aunt Wendy thank you so much.
Dallin on one of the many four wheelers at the farm, he loved the rides we took on the machines. We even got Grandma Rust to go for a ride.
What trip to an Idaho farm would be complete without a picture of an old truck.
Dallin wouldn't leave without a picture of the back hoe. Sorry no deer photos. Unfortunately the deer won this time. Hopefully next year I will be invited again and have a few more days to spend hunting at the family farm.Thanks to the Westerberg family for so kindly allowing my son and I come to this magical place, you have always made me feel at home and welcome on the farm.
