Pictures from 1969

I am still going through old pictures. At the pace I am going, it will be a while yet before I make it through the pile. These ones were from a trip to Hornby Island with my father when I was six years old. I actually remember this trip. We stayed at a cabin that one of his colleagues owned. It was a quiet getaway type of holiday and I remember enjoying it.

The next is from my first skiing experience on Grouse Mountain. I remember this also -- and my memory is of getting off the chair lift without knowing how to ski and having to navigate a corner on a narrow track with a bottomless chasm on one side. At least that is how it looked in my head. Somehow I survived that corner and the picture makes me look like I almost knew what I was doing.