July 6, 1966

3326 N. Winstel

Telephone 325-2019

Dear Family,

I don’t know who get the good copy this time, as none of you have written. Marta I guess, as she called us. Mary Ann was visiting the Wilsons and the way Marta talked they were having a ball. Bob was out of school. David came up on the week end and they went places and saw things.

We returned from the White Mountains yesterday. We spent several days at our old stomping grounds on the Blue River. For once Mother got her fill of trout. She caught as many as I did also. I have pics to prove this and will send them along when they are developed. We missed the Stobbes, who had camped in the same spot with us. The old stone stile is still there- the one that Julie was just able to crawl over. In spite of the fact that you are supposed to pay now to camp there, (we didn’t, because we couldn’t find anyone to pay), the camp is not as well cared for, as it was, over grown with wild clover-loaded with bees. I got stung when I put my hand on one.

Lloyd, we thought of you every night as we enjoyed those air-mattresses you lent us. It was the first time Mother has been able to rest comfortably on an air mattress. They are just a little wide for our Ugly American. That and the fact that they were snapped together probably contributed to Mother’s comfort. They could not slip out from under her.

We are beginning to like our little Ugly American. We climbed the Coronado trail, dropped off into the blue and climbed back out, without a bit of trouble. We almost traded it back in on a V8 Chevie, but after thinking it over and Mother praying for guidance, we decided to stay with the Rambler. We wanted more power, but I guess the Rambler has power enough for the Old Folks. It does what we ask it and seems to have plenty of power for our needs.

David, I talked to Sue’s mother the other day-Sue is away on a tow week jaunt, (or was). She says you are a stinker because you have not written or called. I do think they deserve better treatment- to say nothing of your own mother.

Hey! You “Wild West” McKays, what is the news? Note our telephone number at the top of the page. Call us collect if there is anything to report.

I suppose everybody is a flutter at the Stobbe home as it is only a few days until you leave. It is too bad you don’t have time to go fishing with us. Mother has already planned a fishing trip two years from now.

When we dropped off the mountains yesterday it was like jumping into an oven. We would have stayed longer in the mountains, but there was a slight B.O. problem and Mother was just about to give me her ultimatum; “sleep on the ground or bathe in that cold mountain stream”. It was 105 here yesterday, but they say rain is coming and it will be cooler, Ha!

Vaya Con Dios.

Dad