Some of my fondest memories are of riding my horse through the sagebrush on our family ranch, which sat between Shoshone and Richfield. Recently, when I went back to visit our ranch, I flashed on images of my father walking down a dirt path next to the Little Wood River wearing a white shirt, straw cowboy hat, and a shovel perched on his right shoulder. Continue reading →
They say you never forget your first love. Well, I guess that’s true, because even though my first love wasn’t very pretty, I’ll never forget her.
The affair started in 1952 when my older brother Claude, then a sophomore at Camas County High School in Fairfield, paid fifty dollars for a 1929 Model A Ford Coupe that had definitely seen better days. Continue reading →
If you know anything about Boy Scouts, you’ve probably heard of the infamous “fifty-miler” award for which each participant receives a colorful commemorative patch. These verify that one has hiked or floated at least fifty miles on a single trip. Continue reading →