Yet to be Found

When the sun is out and the temperature is in the upper forties, it’s difficult to believe the weather prediction of a winter storm tomorrow. There’s just enough snow to still make walking across it stressful, unsure if you’re going to sink in four inches, slip on a coating of ice or a slush puddle, or go clear through to the wonderful slimy slickness that red dirt will create. My dogs needed a walk/run and so did I.

Unwilling to hike, I loaded them up, Indy still not a fan of jumping into the car… and drove down to Daniel’s. My old house is a mile off the highway, so I kicked the dogs out, and began to drive slowly. The Big Red Rock had very little snow around it, so I slogged up to it and wandered around the base. I had found an Indian bead there a long time ago… and I peered into nooks and crannies to see if another might appear.

Meanwhile, the dogs were running, wrestling, sniffing, and climbing.

Walking along a smooth section of rock, I spied…

And this…

Both, I believe, are a couple of Vernon’s cousins. My guess is they were probably 12 or so, as they aren’t at an adult’s handwriting level. Then there’s this one…

H. W. A.? Ainsworth is the only family with an “A” that I know of historically.

There’s also our brand… you can’t go wrong writing out our brand…

Other random letters are scattered, their meaning or accompanying initials worn away. I’ve never noticed this before, and I wonder what other secrets are yet to be found.

Find me here!

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