Memory Monday, Week 37
Higher Elevations, Summer 1987
When we weren’t traveling to the coast or fishing in our own backyard, The Big Guy and I liked spending a day or two up in the mountains — especially during the summer when the temperatures were uncomfortable in the valley. Back then our house had only an old “swamp cooler” and sometimes it just wasn’t enough. So off to the alpine elevations we’d go, if only for a few hours.
Our 1976 Chevy Malibu parked in the El Dorado National Forest east of Jenkinson Lake, off the Mormon Emigrant Trail. Our German Shepherd Zack is in the foreground, running up the hill: