Hank and I did some thing which, for us, was completely foreign to our lower middle-class lifestyle. We had been friends for a while as we had shared many experiences in mountain climbing, teaching mountaineering to beginners, and generally enjoying life in the High Sierra backcountry. One day, Hank asked me if I would join him on a kayak trip to explore Glacier Bay. After I got over my surprise at the request and after his explaining that the Glacier Bay that he was referring to was in Alaska and the the fact that I had never been in a kayak was no reason to say no and that we had survived mountaineering school on Mount Rainier without mishap, I said yes. But, I first had to ask my wife Patty if she was OK with the idea. She finally gave me her blessing after I assured her I would learn how to paddle a kayak before I went. She seemed to think this was important. Well, to make a long story short, Hank and I went to Alaska and spent almost two weeks exploring Glacier Bay. I intend to relate that experience but not in this Posting. Later, I will, after I find the photographs and negatives. I took several hundred color photographs, had the film developed and printed, showed them to a few persons, and then put them away in the garage. Other than telling a few stories to Patty, I have never told anyone of our Glacier Bay adventures. We should be dead, but, we survived in spite of our nautical naivete. I normally used slide film and and had slides to show as I related my stories. For reasons long lost to my memory, I used color film on the Glacier Bay trip. It is simple, no slides, no stories! I ran across the storage box with the photographs during rare garage cleaning episodes so I know they are in the garage. I have been thinking of scanning the negatives and writing about our trip and showing my scanned images. I believe it would make an interesting story, but we (David and I) have not been able to find the negatives or the prints. He, David, is looking in every box and this takes time as I have much “stuff” stored in the garage.
I think I need to explain to the less old of my readers that these events took place long before computers and scanners were commonplace and I had no choice but to wait these many years.
In the interest of transparency for my true reason for my writing this Posting, I must tell you I could not sleep tonight and I got out of bed to write something and this is the best that I could come up with. But, I am still not sleepy! I think I will stop writing and go turn on the TV and catch up on the late news. That should do the trick!
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