As I start this new adventure in the confounding world of electronic media I actually don't know where to start. Next to my wonderful wife, my four off spring, (they are too old to be kids although I still think they act like kids) and last, but not least, my growing base of grandchildren I love trees and mountains. There is not many things as beautiful as a fall morning in a grove of Quakeys. There is a special Quaky at a place called Potato Lake that still, after a quarter of a centry, declares my undying love for my wife. As a matter of fact since taking up woodcarving several years ago I have found the wood from a deceased aspen tree to be most desirable to unleash my new found passion. Hiding under that beautiful white bark lurks many fine trout, stoney faced native Americans and the image of mountain men that past by that tree many years ago.
So begins my first post.
