Vacation time, 1955. Larry and I are enjoying the stunningly blue water of Whitefish Lake. And I seem to enjoy plopping handfuls of cool sand on my left thigh.
Not sure if this second photo was taken on the same day, but somewhere along the line I snagged myself a cool walking stick. Something or someone on the lake has caught Larry's attention.
Beautiful backdrop. But all I care about is my stick. (Wish I started this project a few years ago. I could have mined some of Mom's memories from our years in Montana. Now I need to develop a direct, two-way line to heaven.)
Speaking of....
Where's Mom? And Barb? Dad's obviously the photographer here.
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