I had intended to share this back in October, but saved it as a draft for some reason that I can no longer remember, and never got back to it. So here we are...
My mom and Eira Heartt were roommates in college and remain friends to this day. Her son Kyle is a year older than me, which I think makes him my oldest friend, what with him probably knowing me since birth and all. I recently reconnected with Kyle via Facebook, and the first birthday greeting that met me yesterday was this gift from him:
The kid on the left, wearing neckgear, is Kyle Heartt. That's my dad in the middle, sporting his snug '70s short-shorts, Mickey tee, and Indiana-Jones hat. The girl in the engineer's cap is me, and that's my brother Kyle next to me. I'm 6 1/2 years old, it's 1982, and we are standing on a glacier on the shores of May Lake, in Yosemite. Kyle's Dad, Fred, took the photo.
The trip was pretty seminal for me. We backpacked a mile uphill (major accomplishment for a 6 y/o and 5 y/o) to camp at pretty bare-bones sites around the lake. My dad showed me a campsite where he and my mom and some friends had camped long before I was born, which made a big impression on me. One of my all-time favorite moments with my dad (possibly THE all-time favorite) was from this trip, and the environment we camped in permanently colored my idea of what my ideal surroundings would be.
I believe I have a hard copy of this photo in an album that Eira gave me for my birthday (?) that year. I found it during our move and showed some of the other memorabilia in it, like newspaper clippings of me in a play around age 10, to Griff.