Vacation Memories

When I married Grizzly Adams, I was used to a penthouse view. My mother always told me, “Tonya, it’s as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is a poor one.” In those days, I seldom took my mother’s advice. So due to our economic situation, our early family vacations involved heading to the hills with fishing poles. Our kids grew up enjoying the Eastern Sierras and the memories are cherished ones. This year, some of our grandchildren came with us so we could continue the traditions.

Perhaps we are rich after all.

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Hiking back to the Indian caves.

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Joel and Ashley Wingo – photographers extraordinare from the House of Lovelock blog

img_7902Inside the Indian Cave
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Who doesn’t love a bridge?

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The Golden Aspen

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Ron and our grandson, Jude, trolling on Lake Mary.

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View of Twin Lakes

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My man

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The earthquake fault

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One, two, three….Jump!

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Our lovely daughter, Ashley, dressed for Glamping in Mammoth.

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They loved getting in the water in their Hunter Boots.

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Rock Creek

 

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