Interesting last week. I spoke at a UAS Expo at the Persidio in San Francisco and then rolled in some family business, finishing settling my fathers estate and visiting relatives over the weekend.
My daughter flew up from Phoenix for the weekend and we were able to spend a few days pounding around a lot of places I frequented 40 years ago as an 18 year-old rafting guide. The more things change.
These two spoons followed me home.
The first is my Dad's 1911 Lightweight Colt Commander he bought and took to Korea and later Vietnam. It has been fired in anger (he was pissed at a recalcitrant C-Rat) and carried quite a bit. Lots of wear and tear that will never be repaired.
The second is a New Army and Navy revolver made in 1901. It belonged to my mothers father who was a Warrant Officer in WWII. The revolver was an endless source of Army versus Navy banter between the service members in the family who fought in our countries wars. When my grandfather died he specifically gave it to my father, who then specifically passed it to me.
Lastly, a picture of Arden and I at a place called Chilli Bar on Route 193 down from Placerville. I started running rivers there for hire when I was 18. My Dad and I had kayaked the river, the American, when I was 14.
I rafted for hire all through the west, including the canyon.
There is a lot of family history in area.
The other cool thing is I got to meet Tobra for a few minutes and do a parking lot exchange of spoon chow, a good number of .45 and .38
Again, Toby, thanks for your help.
I have no idea how to turn the pic!!!