I recently came across a bunch of old photographs taken more than 65 years ago, photos of our family camping and fishing in a very remote area of Northern California. My father had sent the photos to his mother, our grandmother, and he'd described each picture on their backs.

So here we were in 1941, my folks, my brother Don and I. We were on our annual camping trip to the Yolla Bolla mountains in Northern California, about 250 miles north of our San Francisco home. We lived in those mountains for nine weeks that summer, ... (more)