Down on Grandpa's Farm

I went to my first land auction while in Iowa, and learned quite a bit about current farmland prices and about how a land auction actually works. It was very informative and also a little exciting. It might have been boring if we hadn't had an emotional investment in the land being sold. One plot belonged to my cousin that her parents had farmed, about a mile from the house I grew up in. The other plot is what we all know as Grandpa's farm. It was land that had belonged to my great-grandparents and had been passed down. This area has a small creek and with a metal bridge running along the back and we spent many many days down by that bridge in the collective childhood of myself and my siblings. It has always been affectionately know as "The Creek" (or if you are my dad, The Crick).
After the auction, Caleb and I drove out to see the farm one more time. It had been pouring all night and morning and was very wet and muddy. I was dieing to walk to the creek, and luckily, some of our old neighbors drove up and must have seen the look on my face because they offered to loan us some mud boots. Much to Caleb's chagrin, I took them up on the offer and dragged him through the wet and mud to take some photos.

The Bridge.

The fabulous husband that indulged me on this little adventure that left us both blistered and water-logged.

Not sure how long this car has been here, but at least for my life time.

Proof that the corn was "knee-high before the 4th of July." Yep, that is me sticking out my knee.

We also got to hang out with these superb 2nd cousins twice removed.

What a great trip down Memory Lane... or the Lane at Grandpas. Very glad I got the chance to take part in this day and the events that seemed to be a bit like the end of an era for our family.