How would you like to come to the very, very tiny town of Stockton. Hey, it has 3,000 people.
If it makes you feel any better, the town you go through coming in has only about 300. The town in the other direction consists of an intersection. I'm serious. It was called Bonna. But make sure you pronounce it "Bonnie", or else you'll get some funny looks.
Anyway, pictures. It was rainy and cold.
This is my Grandpa's cousin's front yard. Yes, he has a plane. I don't think anyone could fly it. It was cool. So I took a picture.
This is the Stockton Lake. It is HUGE. Seriously. When they dammed it to make the lake, they said it would take a year to fill. It ended up filling in about 2 months, or something ridiculously short.
Somewhere in this lovely field, people (meaning my relatives) think my great-great grandfather was born. We're always very detailed people.
Heather took this. I think it is cool. Ergo I am posting it.
Cemetery in which the person who was born in the field (okay, that sounds weird. There was a house in the field, guys. We aren't the farm-y.) was buried. Actually, he was a twin. His twin was buried somewhere else. Yes, twins run in my family.
More Stockton Lake. Taken on the Mile Long Bridge, which is pretty awesome.
This plant (haha, weed) is strangely symmetrical and mesmerizing, so I needed to share it all to make you mesmerized too. You are very welcome.
Oh, oh, oh. My favorite photos. My grandpa's other cousin has a farm. On top of a wonderful hill. That makes me want to pack up everything and move to said hill.
This is their bull. He wasn't that friendly. Not to mention kinda big.
Ah, another cemetery. And you know what I found absolutely amazing? Supposably, the first person who was buried here (who happens to be related to us) looked out the window of his house one day and decided he wanted to be buried on this hill. And guess what? IT WAS ON A HILL. Don't ask me why, but it really amazed me. It was like I could look around and imagine where his house was. Freaky.
And, random tree in the cemetery.
And just to give you an idea of how cool these people are: It's pretty hard to see, but this guy painted a flag and wrote "Land that I love" on the roof of his barn. :)
Looking back, I really wish I had taken more pictures... so hopefully I'll go back someday.
It very much excited me that we were so close I could see the "23" on Freese's jersey. :)
Moving on, we went to a Cardinal's game last Friday. And we were sitting this close. I've never sat this close before, and it's still pretty far away. But I turned to my dad and said, "You can see the people!" Imagine that. And they won 13-1. Not bad. AND we saw the World Series Trophy. The most shocking part was that they gave out pictures for free. No, "How 'bout you buy a ticket for the green seats, and then we'll give you this lovely picture?"
And end of adventures post.
-grace