Family elders on my father's side (King). - itsaboutnature.net
This is the addition to the original one-room, log cabin.  Note the stainless steel Hood's milk container in the lower left corner of the image.  We used those to transport water from Portland to Salem.  Later, my Grandfather hand-dug a small well down in the woods about 200 yards below the camp, at a very small vein of water coming from the side of a slope.  He enclosed the new pool with a cement basin and covered it with a roof.  It provided a modest amount of water but we still had to lug the water up to the camp.  My Grandfather talked about having a deep well dug on the land and made several inquiries over several years.   I watched as he even used a dowsing stick to look for water.  In the end, my Grandfather did not live long enough to have the well dug and so he did not achieve running water in the camp.

As I look back at the years I had with them here, I would have had another full decade with them here, had I not gotten involved with a woman and gotten  married.  And the marriage ended in a divorce that I did not want.  I should never have gotten married to her in the first place.   That is a truth that I do not mind stating publicly.   My time with my Grandparents was so good for me.  We just enjoyed each other's company.  I had to ruin it because of my hormones.  

And as I think about it now, I am sure that they missed my company at camp.....but they never were selfish enough to express that.  I miss them.

This is the addition to the original one-room, log cabin. Note the stainless steel Hood's milk container in the lower left corner of the image. We used those to transport water from Portland to Salem. Later, my Grandfather hand-dug a small well down in the woods about 200 yards below the camp, at a very small vein of water coming from the side of a slope. He enclosed the new pool with a cement basin and covered it with a roof. It provided a modest amount of water but we still had to lug the water up to the camp. My Grandfather talked about having a deep well dug on the land and made several inquiries over several years. I watched as he even used a dowsing stick to look for water. In the end, my Grandfather did not live long enough to have the well dug and so he did not achieve running water in the camp.

As I look back at the years I had with them here, I would have had another full decade with them here, had I not gotten involved with a woman and gotten married. And the marriage ended in a divorce that I did not want. I should never have gotten married to her in the first place. That is a truth that I do not mind stating publicly. My time with my Grandparents was so good for me. We just enjoyed each other's company. I had to ruin it because of my hormones.

And as I think about it now, I am sure that they missed my company at camp.....but they never were selfish enough to express that. I miss them.