Showing posts with label nose guard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nose guard. Show all posts

October 29, 2014

Too Many Cookies


Glacier National Park, July 1973. We set out to take only short hike. We packed no sack lunches; we carried only a bag of Fig Newtons. We wandered for hours, and I ate most of the cookies.

Also: (1) I am holding a plastic bottle of baby oil. Foolish, fair-skinned teen! (2) I have a nose guard clipped to my sunglasses. Ha!

July 12, 2013

Vacation Knitting


Lake Nipissing, Ontario, Canada, July 1965. Mom works on this suit while we take a boat ride around the lake.

October 10, 2012

Sunny


Lake Nipissing, Ontario, Canada, July 1964. Mom has taken off her nose guard before the photographer snapped this image. She's holding it in her left hand.

March 11, 2012

On a spring-like day, it's a good idea to avoid getting a sunburn.

My Dad lost most of his hair by the time he reached the age of thirty. Later in life, he took to wearing a beret to avoid a sunburned bald spot.

In this early photo, Dad crafted a sun shield from a handkerchief. He also positioned a leaf under the bridge of my eye glasses. He likely used the leaf as a way of mimicking my Mom's nose guard.


Toronto, Ontario, Canada, July 1964. Dad and are cautious in the sunshine.

December 27, 2011

Home Movies

Mom shoots some film as we arrive in "The Swan" for our summer vacation at Samoset Lodge, along the shores of Lake Nipissing.


Lake Nipissing, Ontario, July 1964. We've reached the rental cottage. Mom wears her nose guard.

December 20, 2011

The Rockies in July

During one of our family vacations in Montana, we left Glacier National Park earlier than usual and drove north through Alberta, Canada, and into British Columbia. We made it as far as the Alaskan Highway in Mom's gold Buick LeSabre (with automatic transmission).

We had many memorable moments during this trip. Although many places were astonishingly beautiful, the spot that left me breathless was the Ice Fields Parkway. It's an impressive destination.

We decided that despite the beauty of the Canadian Rockies, we all still preferred to vacation in Glacier. So that is the spot to which we returned.


Logan Pass, Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Mom and I negotiate a snow bank. I wear my kelly-green, Ranger Rick Jacket. Mom wears a nose guard, as she always does, to protect against sunburn.