We had a few years ago decided we needed to visit some friends that live in Milford, Iowa. Since we are almost off to Belize, we decided we needed to do this, and fast. It turned out to be a blast of a weekend. We had no idea the area was so beautiful, and bursting with history. I will give you a little tour of what we saw, and hopefully you will enjoy it as well.
First of all, if you want to know the reason the town is named Milford, here you can see! (You can click on the picture to enlarge.)
I think they said this monument is all that remains of that mill.
The couple we stayed at owns this awesome over hundred year old stone bridge that crosses the Little Sioux River that runs behind their house. Since the bridge is not open to the public, here are some photos for you to enjoy. I went down to the river early Sunday morning. It was totally invigorating.
I can just imagine a farmer with his wagonload of goods crossing this bridge on his way to town early in the brisk spring morning, carrying his milk and eggs off to market...
I can't get over how European this bridge looks. I think it is beautiful! It certainly was the right time of day to take shots of.
Sunset on one of The great lakes of Iowa.
There is lots of fun stuff to see for people who love lakes and boating and fishing.
The Reinders are on the right, the couple that we stayed at, and beside them is the young brother that stays with them. This picture is taken in front of the Gardner's cabin. The thirteen year old girl that lived in this cabin was captured by Indians long ago and held captive for a while. The Indians killed 42 settlers during that time, including her sister.
Sad history, I know, but it happened. We cannot ignore it, and sometimes it is good for us to take a look back and be thankful for our lives today. The pioneers endured so much for us to enjoy what we have today.
That was what we did and saw in Milford, and maybe tomorrow I can blog about Plum Creek and Walnut Grove, and the interesting experience we, or Joseph, had while we were there!
First of all, if you want to know the reason the town is named Milford, here you can see! (You can click on the picture to enlarge.)
I think they said this monument is all that remains of that mill.
The couple we stayed at owns this awesome over hundred year old stone bridge that crosses the Little Sioux River that runs behind their house. Since the bridge is not open to the public, here are some photos for you to enjoy. I went down to the river early Sunday morning. It was totally invigorating.
I can just imagine a farmer with his wagonload of goods crossing this bridge on his way to town early in the brisk spring morning, carrying his milk and eggs off to market...
I can't get over how European this bridge looks. I think it is beautiful! It certainly was the right time of day to take shots of.
Sunset on one of The great lakes of Iowa.
There is lots of fun stuff to see for people who love lakes and boating and fishing.
The Reinders are on the right, the couple that we stayed at, and beside them is the young brother that stays with them. This picture is taken in front of the Gardner's cabin. The thirteen year old girl that lived in this cabin was captured by Indians long ago and held captive for a while. The Indians killed 42 settlers during that time, including her sister.
Sad history, I know, but it happened. We cannot ignore it, and sometimes it is good for us to take a look back and be thankful for our lives today. The pioneers endured so much for us to enjoy what we have today.That was what we did and saw in Milford, and maybe tomorrow I can blog about Plum Creek and Walnut Grove, and the interesting experience we, or Joseph, had while we were there!
1 comment:
love that old bridge.. wouldn't it be nice to have a little river run by your land and old little bridges..=) It sounds peaceful..
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