Your dad was in charge, and we all hiked in to some remote location on Eagle Creek. It was back to nature, no campers, toilets or air mattresses. I think we did have tents. I remember it being really fun, but very cold, and we were hungry. The problem was, the chicken he cooked for all of us was raw inside, and he would have no complaining! I remember taking rocks heated from the fire into our tents. He was a link to adventure we would never have had otherwise.
He was also so welcoming whenever we did show up, whether in Hawaii, or Florida. He was friendly, and would always show us around.
I will miss him.
Rebecca Gray Fisher
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