Visit from North Dakota - Part 3

Oh yeah, not only did Trevor forget a camera and a hoody, he also left his belt in Fairbanks where he attended a friend's wedding.  I apologize to any long time blog readers, who in addition to seeing him doing a snow angel wearing just a sock a few years ago, now have to witness his plumber's crack . . . .

Okay, the pants are pulled up, this was taken at the pass, looking down towards Summers Bay.

Trevor drives a Lincoln, or a Cadillac, or some such nonsense with very low miles on it in North Dakota so I had to acquaint him with the virtues of a island beater truck.  Yes, that rope actually is holding the bumper on, now that you mention it . . . and it is no coincidence the truck bed looks like it has been beat with a logging chain . . . . runs like a champ though!

I had to go to work the next day so the boy headed out with the camera.  It was very foggy with very limited visibility from the top of Bunker Hill . . .

He got some good eagle pictures . . . .

A ground squirrel . . .

The he walked the beach along Little South America . . .

Hopefully discovering that a foggy day can be just as beautiful as a clear one, just in a different way.  Pretty good pictures son, not bad for someone that travels without a camera and has to bum one off their Dad . . . .

When he got home he discovered Paw Paw attending to his personal hygiene on the front step, maybe making himself a little TOO much at home . . .