The Empty House

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I heard someone say yesterday that those who live in glass houses should not throw stones. Well. Persons say the fanciest, craziest things to sound as intelligent as Brickle thinks he is. I can only imagine it means you should instead throw pancakes. That sticks to your bones. Which is another saying that I don’t have time to understand.

On one of our hikes this week, we didn’t find any glass houses. But instead, we found an old log cabin in the woods called the Carter Cabin.

The persons said it is really old. In fact, it’s one of the oldest houses around here. It’s from 1774. And it’s been moved a few times to where it sits now.

I wasn’t particularly thrilled with this house to tell you the truth. And I always tell the truth unless my watch is broke. And in that case, I’ll always say it’s dinner time, no matter the time.

I wasn’t thrilled because the house was empty. Dark. It echoed. And I did not want to go in it. Neither did Brickle. But we did. And I wasn’t any more thrilled once I got in there. Because it was empty.

The persons said there were no windows built in the back of the house so that if someone came to attack who was in there, they would have to go to the front. Never ceases to amaze me the fighting that has went on thru the years with persons.

As we stood on the front porch and admired the view, from the outside I might add, I listened to the creek.

I could only imagine the sounds of families and persons who had lived here. The sounds of life and the sounds of home. The sounds of happy.

And I felt almost sad that no one lived here anymore. I suppose it’s not fancy enough for persons. I suppose it’s too hard to get to. I suppose other places are better for them they think.

And I wondered. Do their big houses sound the same as the empty house in the woods? I hoped not. But I know some do.

Persons put so much effort and expense into houses they fill with things. They think that is life. They think that will make them feel less lonely. But a house is not a home. A home is where you laugh and cry. A home is where you feel at peace. A home doesn’t have to be big. A home doesn’t even have to be a house. It can be an RV, a boat, a trailer, or a tent. Mine just has to have enough room for my pancakes.

Travel teaches us many things. And changes our minds on what we thought we knew. Don’t put your value in an empty house. Make your house your home. Appreciate it while you can.

One day, maybe we will have a different home other than the Big Blue Treat Wagon.

But I know this for sure. It will never be empty. Our dog hair will live on.

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Passing Thru

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Another day, another dollar. Or in my case, another pancake. Or if you are a person, and have to do that work thing, another bill to pay. Who is Bill by the way, and why does he get all the money?

We had to earn our treats yesterday, so we went to see a tunnel.

The persons told us that trains go thru this tunnel. And they told us that persons didn’t build the tunnel. They said it naturally formed that way and that’s why they call it the Natural Tunnel.

The tunnel is more than 850 feet long and ten stories high!

Over many, many years, it was naturally carved!

It took a long, long time. Many years. Its older than Brickle looks and that’s a real long time. Some person named Daniel Boone is said to have been the first European to have seen it. We will learn more about him later this week and next week on our travels.

But I can only retain so much information in one day before the pancakes settle.

The tunnel is still used today by trains coming thru that carry coal. But they sure don’t stay for long. As we were looking at the tunnel, all of a sudden, we heard the train whistle and the rumble!

Sheriff Brickle and I were petrified to tell you the truth. None of us were expecting to see the train. We heard that it’s pretty rare to witness one passing thru. But here it came. And we got way out of the way as Girl Person hugged us as tight as she could. And let me tell you. It was over pretty quick.

I’m not sure if life is any different for persons. Like a train just passing thru, life and time passes in the blink of an eye.

Life can be loud and exciting like a fast train. Or it can be slow like a train with nowhere to go.

But as each day passes, there are less and less opportunities to make a moment count.

One day, we will want that train to go as slow as it can. Because we won’t want to get off.

That’s how our family feels lately. I’ve been doing real good. Brickle has been too. Every day has been an adventure with something new to see. And we may just be passing thru each town we stop at. But our train keeps going.

Our train keeps whistling. And my stomach keeps rumbling.

So if we stop in your town with the peanut butter cookies and pancakes express, be sure to say hello.

Because there is always time to say hello. No matter how fast the train is going. Don’t take your journey for granted. Days won’t be perfect. We will have have trials. We will see valleys and mountains and vistas. It’s up to us to keep going. To keep riding. To keep enjoying. Buy a ticket. Use it.

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