I remember it all,
The aroma’s,
The faces,
The sounds,
The meaness,
The lies of Diana Lee Dudley,
Only thing she ever did well was wear men,
She holds no place in my recalling home,
Nor does the planning,
The travel,
Take GG off 70,
Eight miles from Lorretta,Wisconsin,
We’d count deer,
When I was a kid,
A child, we’d count between seventy to ninety,
That all changed,
Where to turn off the road,
Never altered,
Dad’s stories of the Burnett and where they, he and his pal Boots, use to dive from the bridge,
The gravel road,
Four miles,
Watch for it,
The sneak trail is getting close,
When dad took the truck,
And mom and us girls and Penny, our best dog ever rode with mom, would sing,
The road every summer would be reworked,
One year, dad and Norm took an old railroad tie and got it red hot in the middle,
Then they bent that old railroad tie around a young tree,
I was queen of the smudges, but not until I was nine,
I was taught what got the best smoke andnwherebto find it,
Then either dad or Norm or Norm’s son would stand on the railroad tie
They would be pulled it down the road,
Its job was to flatten out the rough places in the grass road so it was smoother for the cars,
Sometimes, they’d pull flatter the sneak trail too,
The sneak trail I never was sure, but I figured it was on the park land because it was never marked private,
Then there were three twist and a farely long strech to the last hill before the cabin,
A spring must have run under that it was dozzy(wet and bog like),
Whoever came up the trail would honk loud and true,
It was our signling mechanizum notifying it was fr I end not foe
I recall the sounds of the cabin,
The smell,
Wet wood feels as we stood barefeet dripping dry by the wood stove after swimming in Cub Lake,
Grandad Heike grew up in Butternut,Wisconsin in Sawyer County.
Bought Cub Lake from Eddie Fisher exwrestler,
Three hundred.acreas,
With a half mile all spring fed lake or the property,
No inlets or out lets,
Val Whitewolf 