This photo was actually taken by my dad. He was a pipefitter and sometimes his work took him all over western Canada. In 1967 he was in the Yukon. He came home with a camera full of exposed slide film. Last year, two years after he passed away, I found some of these slides and digitized them. This one I particularly love.
This is a photo of my dad and I. My dad died almost three years ago and I still miss him and think about him everyday. This picture was actually taken by my mother with a little Kodak Instamatic. I am about to leave on a school trip to Europe. This was my first real travel experience and I am grateful to my dad who said yes, I could go. This experience started me on my travel journey that I suspect will go on until I die! I am also grateful that my husband, who is just as wonderful as my dad was, is just as enthusiastic about travelling.