Roughing it
We’ve had a little bit of a campathon, going out the last two weekends in a row after not camping for years. The weekend before last we were up in Marin, in a redwood forest about 10 miles from the ocean, with a bunch of families from Laura’s preschool. Last weekend we were in the mountains, about 100 yards from the place where the Donner party gruesomely passed the winter of 1847. There is a nice little museum there now, run by the State Parks people. These pictures are from the Donner weekend. They were taken by Henry, which is why he isn’t in any of them. The blond people are Alisa and John and their sons Hans and Mason; the others are Rosalie and Max, who is Rosalie and Henry’s kid. And you will recognize Mary, Lillian, Laura and me. All by way of saving me the trouble of writing captions, which I do all day at work and it gets old.
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