Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Wiener Roast up North Fork

Note Dad's Stetson hat, which he always proudly wore.  One time we were coming back from somewhere up above Cody along a flat long road with the windows open and Dad's hat blew off.  We tried to find it but the wind had taken it too far.  Needless to say, he was not in a good humor the rest of the way home.  Thank heaven we don't have to wear those things now to be in style.  Baseball caps work fine.


Ann said...

I am so glad you are posting these pictures. I have never seen them before. This must have been one of those fun adventures.

Judy said...

Look! Dad has a HAT, Steve has a HAT, and Russell has a HAT. What does that tell you?

Steve Blood said...

Still wear a hat.