In 1955 my grandparents built a summer cabin at Placid Lake, Montana. I grew up going there every summer, and it’s still one of my favorite places.
I’m pretty sure the cabin was my grandfather’s favorite place, too. These pictures were taken in 1964 when he and some buddies went up in the fall for a hunting trip.
I think he’s getting up early…although the window shows it’s dark outside, so maybe he’s going to bed. I love his expression.
My grandfather was a businessman with many friends in western Montana. Here’s one content-looking fellow on the trip.
And another (put on your pants, young man).
Here’s the outside of the cabin with my grandfather coming around the corner (the lake in the background)…
…and here’s a similar view forty-five years later. It looks pretty much the same. That cute girl in the road is one of the fourth generation of family to enjoy going to “the lake.”