This past weekend marked some significant events in my life:
= the 61st anniversary of my dear late parents’ wedding (1954)
= the 83rd anniversary of my sainted mother’s birth (1932)
= the first day of summer (always a glorious day)
= Father’s Day (yet another day to think of and celebrate my favorite patriarch)
And what better way to celebrate and honor these all than by rising before sun-up, loading my pack and good pup in the car, journeying to the high mountains hours before the crowds, ambling down a clear gushing mountain stream, settling in among the aspen, and, with a full and happy heart, painting the scene before me?
No. Better Way!