I am posting this 50-year-old photo because it reminds of the days when my lungs and knees worked like rubber, all elastic and no pain. I was no John Muir but I’m trying to remember if I had to stop for a breather going up Kearsarge Pass in the Sierra Nevada in the early 1970s. …
I can’t resist a toilet joke this morning. Don’t feel like writing about more serious stuff and this 43-year-old photo sent to me by pal Bob Heberle is fading. This would be yours truly caught trying out, for comfort and location purposes only, a newly constructed latrine seat at 11,500 feet in the Sierra Nevada …
Heh Pat: I doubt that you have forgotten any detail of this date 42 years ago. Absent your company, I have to go back to my journal. And here’s what I noted on July 12, 1972, starting with the ride into Chicken Spring Lake. I note that we packed in enough food and built that …
dream ranch 