In a trout stream; beside a trout stream and when we were finished, looked up, and there was a guy sitting on a log, smoking a cigarette watching us with a big smile on his face (RIP, Linda); On the Marge of Lake LaBarge.
Back in 6.9 when I was at Winona State I had a 59 Chev station wagon. Every night was an adventure. I knew all the backroads to the trout streams and side roads to the Mississippi. Some night's we'd drive as far as we could go, build a fire of driftwood, cook over the coals, and spend the night looking up at the stars.