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Once again it's time to head up to the Russian River and some vacation fun with the most awesome toy ever to be placed in the hands of a young boy: mud. This is probably around 1950, so my brother is about 13 and I'm about 4 as we put the finishing touches on our impregnable shoreline fortress. Well actually, even more fun was in store when the River Queen motor launch (think Disneyland Jungle Ride boats) came along and its mini-tsunamis destroyed the ever-loving heck out of it. This shot also reveals the limitations of snapshot cameras everyone had to put up with back then, even a comparatively good one like my sister's Kodak Duaflex: we're not really that close but we're still out of focus, and the slow shutter speed meant additional blurriness from just the jiggle of pressing down the shutter release. But with the standard 3x3 print you got back from the drug store, you probably wouldn't notice. Interesting that, proportionally speaking, my gut is roughly in the same state today. View full size.
Yosemite park in what I'm assuming is 1954 based on the '55 license plate sticker. It's funny thinking that the original intent of the photo was to capture the beauty of the park but all most people would look at today are the cars. Scanned from the Kodachrome slide. View full size
My parents bought property in Southern Utah about 1970 with the intention to build a cabin for our family.They did,and it took over a decade to finish. But the work was worth it.
It was eventually sold in the early 90s to help with their retirement.
Here are my little brother and our Mom playing catch on the dirt road near where our cabin would be.
The car is our 1965 Plymouth Fury III with a massive 383 cubic inch gas guzzling V-8, a car which would haul the trailer we stayed in up there. I drove that car as a senior in high school;it was a thrill to drive up to my friends homes with that burbling exhaust promising teenage adventure.