The day after the funeral, I rode around with my brother to check out the old home place: the area settled by my great, great grandfather in the early 1830s, and the log house my grandfather built -- and where my father was born -- on an upland area near a large creek bottom. The old bridge across the creek burned years ago, but some of the pilings still mark the crossing. The water was high because of recent heavy rains.
The photograph below is looking upstream from the bridge.
We also drove around my brother's and cousin's 650-acre hunting lease. My uncle previously owned it. The photograph below is from my cousin's wife's deer stand.
A nice, sunny day after the oppressive and dark rainy day of the funeral.