Antler, that is. There were lots of them just lying on the side of the road. I had that antler for a long time, but somehow it didn't make it on one of our moves, I guess. Ah well. I'll just have to go back.
Grayling caught at Milepost 1147. I noted that cleaning them was "slimy" but "eating them was good."
There was still an awful lot of snow, even in late June.
I include this pic so you can see firshand the great yellow beast in teh back ground. My Dad informed me this is a Mercury Marquis, not a Lincoln.
A big ram, right by the side of the road. Isn't he cute?
I believe this is on the back of a Canadian $5 bill?
I have a note about hooking (and losing) a nice rainbow trout here.
This bear rushed a guy, but he jumped in his car. I jumped in a car too, but it wasn't my grandparents. I wasn't taking any chances, and fortunately some nice people let me in.
Which reminds me of a story about visiting Philadelphia I'll have to tell you sometime. And another one about Orange, NJ...
Sorry, 1972 was a long time ago. That's all I remember!
Some places we've visited on the way out from 6-12-72 to 6-20-72. Hey, I've been to Fargo!