I have a few pictures of dad, and one of the famed Arch in Kearney, Nebraska. The Arch goes over I-80 but is more of a museum of Nebraska's role in the United State's migration west. It covers the early pioneers, the railroad period and the building of I-80. It is one of the adventures me and pop went on. Probably one of the easier adventures, but an adventure none the less.
Some of the other good ones were: Family vacation to FT Robinson, MT Rushmore, the Blackhills of South Dakota and all points in between. A canoeing trip to the Charles L. Somers Wilderness Canoe base, a Philmont trip, a hiking trip along the Penine Way in England (including walking along Hadrian's wall and visiting the HMS Victory - - Lord Nelson's flagship at the Battle of Trafalgar where I stood on the section of deck where Nelson was shot. For the record, that was a pretty special trip), and about a million diving trips to the coast of South Carolina (not that good, thought he was a goner in the missile tube and on the wreck with all of the fish), Key West (OK), Cozumel (thought he was a goner in the currents, I always practiced the speech I would give the rest of the family when I came back from a dive trip without him, but he always came up), a couple of other carribean trips and a ton of trips to Roatan.
Me and Pop, adventuring in Cozumel.
Good shot of Pop getting ready to dive (just take the damn picture, will yah?).
Pop on the beach in Cozumel.
Hummingbirds in Roatan, never would have seen those unless you would have gone down there the first time, dad.
Pop, doing what he does best, finding little things on the reef.
Anyway Pop, I am glad you came up those times, life wouldn't have been as much fun without you. Happy 68th, and I look forward to many more birthday's that I forget.
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