Oh man, do you remember the time we did the father-daughter bonding thing by hot-wiring a couple of rice rockets and joyriding around Concord and Walnut Creek at 3am? I still can't believe you popped that bike into a wheelie going up Ygancio Valley hill. Totally sucked that the coffee shops were closed at that time, would have loved me some caffeine. Oh well, drag racing cars and going 80 down Treat had to do.

Thanks for teaching me ice fishing. I'd never have guessed that asparagus dipped in pineapple juice made such good bait. And I'm glad you were there to rescue me from that scaly aqua-mammoth-thingy with the mouth that opened sideways I caught. You looked so dashing swinging the carpet sweeper at it.

He used both alternately.

I have fond memories of the sheep sheering...Watching you hold those poor innocents between your legs while hacking at their wool...a joy to behold. Not to mention, your lovely wife drooling over the fleeces (is fleeces the plural of fleece?) anyway... the warm spring air ripe with lannolin...ahhhhh

I think I remember the wild banana hunt the best.

We left the camp just before sundown to find a quiet place at the edge of a clearing and waited for the wild bananas to come down to dance in the moonlight.

That's one sight I won't forget for a long time...

It was a Beautiful day in South Lake Tahoe.
The overnight frost had burned off that morning making mid-day as perfect as it could be.

After the Conference of Elders, Greg emerged from the back of the Pavillion and announced that, due to a successful write-in campaign, you had won the election for Chief.

The shock on Tim's face (and I'm sure my own) was only topped by the shock on your face.

Interestingly, no-one else in camp seemed surprised!

It was a beautiful day indeed.