Despite how it looks in this picture (I’m noticing a theme here) I (2) really did enjoy riding on Grandpa Smith’s snowmobile with my dad (22).
More snowmobiling with my dad!
Even more snowmobiling with my dad, but further away this time.
It may be difficult to tell, but the back of this photo assures me that’s my mom (23).
A month later, back in the house, I’m talking with Grandma Gleason. Either she’s giving me some bad news or I don’t like having my photo taken while I’m on the phone.
Time to brush my teeth…
…and my hair. That’s the face of a kid who does not like to brush his hair. I still don’t like to brush my hair. I much prefer the mad scientist look to anything a civilized person would have on their head.
I’ll leave you with this image of my father’s homemade tripod.