(near Lake Tahoe) July 27, 1966

Dear Family,

Mother and the Rice girls have gone fishing, leaving me alone in camp, so I will take advantage of the quiet hour to give you a report on our doings.

We left Tucson on the 21^st , pulling our little tent trailer without a bit of trouble. In fact we got better gas mileage with the trailer than we did without it, while crossing the desert, due probably, to the fact that we had to slow down to 50 miles an hour. As we climbed into the high country, so did our gas consumption. We arrived in Yosemite the second day, having stayed in a motel in Indo the first night. We climbed to 10,000 feet and I thought for awhile we wouldn’t make it as the road to the park was under repair and badly torn up. We stayed in Yosemite Saturday and Sunday. It is beautiful there, but what a jam of people! We arrived early enough Friday to get a fairly decent camping spot – not too crowded by neighbors, but Friday and Saturday night they poured in and it was a good thing we had arrived early.

We tried out our little tent trailer for the first time. It opens into quite a respectable tent with two comfortable beds. It was cold there though. We had to crawl in our beds sacks and put blankets on besides. There was snow almost at highway level. Of course I had a hard time breathing in that high altitude and was rather relieved when we left.

Mother had been hoarding a sweet roll to have with her morning postum, when an animal, (the Rangers thought he was a bear), raided our camp, turned over the chuck box, but took nothing but Mothers sweet roll. She was fit to be tied!

We had a short run to Betty’s on Monday and found everyone fine. I had promised the girls a year ago that I would take them camping, so Tuesday we found this nice camp on the Upper Truckee and the girls are having a ball. They all three sleep in one of the trailer beds, while Mother and I sleep in the other.

This camp reminds me very much of camps in Mexico, where we took all of you when you were small. It is low enough so that I do not have much trouble breathing, but still high enough to be quite cool, especially at night.

Vaya Con Dios,

Dad