Only further this time. Twelve years ago this month, when I was 13, my family moved into a tipi on the top of a hill in Chenango County. I thought you would enjoy seeing some old scrapbook pages of that year. As the pictures show, we cooked over an open fire, got our milk straight from the cow, and our water from a fresh spring in the woods. We also learned to spin, and to weave baskets from the wild willow we cut from our marsh. I would love to go back and spend one day as a young girl again, trapsing through the woods and working up an appetite for dinner that always tasted better for a little apple wood smoke flavor….