Groundhogs

April 08, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

An abandoned house just of Rt. 11 in Washington County, VA.

Living here in Southwest Virginia for my entire life, I always wanted to move to somewhere with beautiful landscapes, for instance, out west with the Rocky Mountains, wide open plains and extreme weather. I still have the urge to travel but I no longer have the urge to really move away, at least not for a long time, it hit me one day that I am blessed to live in such a region. 

 

Groundhogs? What do groundhogs have to do with this picture? At first we only see the snowy landscape, the abandoned house surrounded by trees and the tracks up the old driveway. Though there is much more up there, memories of groundhog hunting with my brother and dad as we would pick a spot on a hill and shoot at groundhogs for hours it seemed. I remember grazing the back of a groundhog from about four hundred yards; the old man was impressed with that near kill at such a distance. I know it made me feel awesome, like a military sniper which I had it in my head that one day I would join the military and make my folks proud. I never did join, I guess I lost interest as I grew older, though I still wonder what would have happened if I would have signed up, where would I be? I always catch myself when thoughts like that creep into my head, I remind myself that I would not have my lovely wife or my beautiful baby boy, both are a blessing from God.

We use to drive up the gravel driveway only to park the truck at a locked gate while looking at the abandoned house and several abandoned cars as we walked to the fields behind the house. Often talked about salvaging the cars, not restoring, as they were too far-gone but to recycle them at Berry’s junkyard in town. We climbed over gates passing an old silo or two along with some barns to get to what seemed to take you miles from everything, though we were only a few miles from home. I remember there being an old windmill in the middle of a field, oh how I wonder if its still there and what else still sits back in those hills that time has seemly erased from my memory.

 

 


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