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My dad sent me some pictures from when I lived in Nevada.
Me, my little sister, and my mom
Mountain!
I guess they didn't bother specifying the fire danger level when snow was on the ground
Our house (the part on the right was an illegal addition to a historic cabin)
House during the summer
My mom always made us these really elaborately-decorated birthday cakes. This was from my dolphin phase, around age 11 or so.
Deer! This was approximately the view from the kitchen window.
This was approximately the view from the front yard.
The ranger station/visitor center thingy near our house. I really like the "Station closed - ranger in field" sign.
When talking to Susannah about the place Smokey had in my childhood mythos, the best comparison I could come up with was Santa. But even that isn't really accurate. Something interesting about growing up in my family was that I saw a lot of environmental public policy up close. There were Forest Service posters around the house with different types of messages, and my dad would talk about the way we were realizing that sometimes it was better to let small forest fires burn rather than allowing vegetation to build up to the point that fires could get really big and destructive. My dad's job was law enforcement, but he had done a lot of study and reading on resource management. Sometimes it's easy to forget that not everyone reflexively knows the definition of Wilderness Area, or immediately thinks "Take only pictures, leave only footprints" when they hear the phrase "Leave no trace".
Me, my little sister, and my mom
Mountain!
I guess they didn't bother specifying the fire danger level when snow was on the ground
Our house (the part on the right was an illegal addition to a historic cabin)
House during the summer
My mom always made us these really elaborately-decorated birthday cakes. This was from my dolphin phase, around age 11 or so.
Deer! This was approximately the view from the kitchen window.
This was approximately the view from the front yard.
The ranger station/visitor center thingy near our house. I really like the "Station closed - ranger in field" sign.
When talking to Susannah about the place Smokey had in my childhood mythos, the best comparison I could come up with was Santa. But even that isn't really accurate. Something interesting about growing up in my family was that I saw a lot of environmental public policy up close. There were Forest Service posters around the house with different types of messages, and my dad would talk about the way we were realizing that sometimes it was better to let small forest fires burn rather than allowing vegetation to build up to the point that fires could get really big and destructive. My dad's job was law enforcement, but he had done a lot of study and reading on resource management. Sometimes it's easy to forget that not everyone reflexively knows the definition of Wilderness Area, or immediately thinks "Take only pictures, leave only footprints" when they hear the phrase "Leave no trace".