It got me thinking about my fond memories of boating up the Maquoketa river at Backbone state park with Big Jim and Joyce. Not only would dad sing but he would tell Indian stories as the June, full moon would rise over white horse leap, a huge limestone bluff. He told of the Indian maiden who left camp one fall to trap beaver with Chief Shortcake. When she returned alone the following June all alone she told a tale of a great bear attack in their camp. When asked what became of the Chief she replied " Squaw berried Shortcake".
I have been truly blessed as both a Son and a Father!
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