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That's me playing banjo on July 4th. Don's in the background on the left. We practiced for a few weeks before the event and I learned how to more or less play "chickenscratch" on the banjo. It was fun, but I enjoy playing bluegrass much mor photo 31154_392246413467_502403467_3799287_5486879_n.jpg
We camped out a few days in the spring of 1983 on the banks of the Verde River. The water in the river was much higher than normal because of the snow melt, and that water was icy cold. On the other side, was a (clothing optional) hot spring and I re photo 31154_392246393467_502403467_3799285_713382_n.jpg
I'm not sure what's going on here. Is Marianne channeling the Incredible Hulk or throwing snowballs at the guy with the camera? photo 31154_392246358467_502403467_3799284_7319115_n.jpg
What a ride! It doesn't even take an E ticket. (Yes, they stopped a long way before the fence.) photo 31154_392246348467_502403467_3799283_5395993_n.jpg
Wheeeeeeee! photo 31154_392246338467_502403467_3799282_7151955_n.jpg
This is not the only photo I took of Marianne's butt, but it's the only one you can see. (evil grin) photo 31154_392246323467_502403467_3799281_7649094_n.jpg
We found this great mountain with lots of snow and a slope that provided fast downhill runs and relatively easy climbing. If I remember correctly, there was a barb wire fence at the bottom of the slope and you had to either bail off the tube or get l photo 31154_392246313467_502403467_3799280_6709704_n.jpg
Marianne and Wesley hiking in the snow. photo 31154_392246283467_502403467_3799279_2389731_n.jpg
That's about as good a snow angel as I've ever seen. Way to go, Marianne. photo 31154_392246273467_502403467_3799278_3131471_n.jpg
Who would think that a girl from south Georgia would know how to make snow angels? I wonder if this was the start of Wesley's confusion of snow angels and snow elves. (grin) photo 31154_392246263467_502403467_3799277_890671_n.jpg
A beautiful family enjoying an early Christmas morning. photo 31154_392246253467_502403467_3799276_7757062_n.jpg
Wesley and Dad opening presents on Christmas morning. photo 31154_392246248467_502403467_3799275_4149351_n.jpg
Ed, Wesley, Marianne, and Don. At least, finally, we got out of that vehicle. I'm not going to mention who ate the brocolli and beer the night before, but there were several times on that trip when the windows were rapidly rolled down, despite the sn photo 31154_392246238467_502403467_3799274_1544025_n.jpg
Don and snow. What more can be said? photo 31154_392246223467_502403467_3799273_900921_n.jpg
Look at that line going to the ski lift. I'm glad I don't like skiing, but I enjoyed the trip there and the scenery. photo 31154_392246213467_502403467_3799272_3282123_n.jpg
It doesn't look like it, but it was COLD that day. photo 31154_392246193467_502403467_3799271_5595967_n.jpg
I'm not sure, but I believe this was taken on one of the Apache ski resorts in eastern Arizona. That's me and my bud. Who says real men don't wear pink? photo 31154_392246188467_502403467_3799270_5540906_n.jpg
Hiking around the woods near our rental cabin. photo 31154_392246173467_502403467_3799269_3731777_n.jpg
Mom and son playing with a great new toy. photo 31154_392246168467_502403467_3799268_5026114_n.jpg
Ed, Wesley, and Marianne on Christmas Eve. (The paternal and maternal parenting units and their progeny.) photo 31154_392246148467_3043591_n.jpg
Marianne and Wesley enjoying Christmas. photo 31154_392246138467_502403467_3799266_4312658_n.jpg
Wesley's first auto accident. photo 31154_392246113467_502403467_3799265_1168362_n.jpg
Don relaxing. photo 31154_392246103467_502403467_3799264_7306774_n.jpg
Wesley on Christmas morning. photo 31154_392246098467_502403467_3799263_4911420_n.jpg
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