tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413176915253995205.post3983784728634310193..comments2023-06-21T06:10:11.697-07:00Comments on Keeping in Touch: Some Favorite MemoriesKeeping in Touchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07051072967990497425noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413176915253995205.post-23506695028832448422008-08-13T11:06:00.000-07:002008-08-13T11:06:00.000-07:00Rhett was right the washing the the cow trough was...Rhett was right the washing the the cow trough was not only for ice cream but pee. I thought we kept that a secret from the boys.Demihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06967694346333208839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413176915253995205.post-77705328898713828342008-08-05T08:36:00.000-07:002008-08-05T08:36:00.000-07:00Rhett - I have to say, you are a very good writer....Rhett - I have to say, you are a very good writer. As always in your emails/posts, you capture the moment and the reader's attention, with great details and your own personal reflection. I had forgotton about many of those memories - as well, I too was not apart of some of them (regret). I missed out on the trek to Mt. Timp as I was in basic training at that time, but I have wished and longed ever since to hike that mountain at some point in my life, before I kick the bucket. I remember Camelot too...I believe we got into an ice cream fight and some of us girls ended up stripping down to skivies to wash off in a nasty, stagnent cow trough. Thanks for sparking these memories for me...Brenda Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12242406154664506207noreply@blogger.com