We lived under the shadow of Mount Harris and on the back side was Indian Creek a favorite place Dad and I liked to go fishing. The creek was not very big and the fish were only six to ten inches in lenght and they were what Sad called pan fry fish. Since it was so close to home and took less that a half hour to get there we went quite often. Mon would alway fix a lunch to take with us and some times we would bring back a load of wood to put in the wood house for winter.

I loved the place because it was so peaceful and you would see deer and other animals. Never any other people. There was an old cabin just out of sight and I always tried to get Dad to try and buy it.