My dad's birthday today. He was born in 1911 in Bronx Wyoming, which was their place over on the Green River. I looked for a photo I hadn't posted, and I think this is one. They had been on a packtrip with Paul and Peggy Pape and Ben and Sally Connally. This is the summer of 1941. Apparently the fishing was really good.
On a different note, it was +15 when I got up this morning. Yesterday morning it was -18. Gotta love Wyoming.