The camp house was bordered on three sides by the Crow Ranch. By the time I was old enough to notice it was evident that the Crow ranch had not been a working ranch for some time. The fences were run down and other than the hunters who leased the various pastures during deer season, it had very little signs of use or activity. The fields were overgrown and the wooded areas were real thick and well defended by the briars.

It was an old car in 1974 when Sandy gave it to us. It was generally still a good car admittedly with some minor issues like the fact that floor boards were missing having rusted out years before we got the car. Needless to say youth and a desire to drive made details like holding your feet up in the air while driving a non issue. 

The morning was perfect and I being the oldest of the three occupants of the car was driving. We were  heading to the camp house when all of the sudden...