The picture caught my eye right away. Dad’s old photo album had a photo that he labeled “New Road to the Porcupine Mountains” dated 1936. We traveled that same road this summer on our cycling trip. What was just being built in Dad’s day is a mature road in mine.
Soon my eyes were scanning other photos as I worked my way through the albums, looking for familiar sights. It didn’t take long. Dad went to college in Houghton, so I easily found another common location on the Keweenah Peninsula, the Eagle Harbor lighthouse. He took his picture from the water, I took mine from land.
We both visited Copper Harbor, although Dad must have gone up Brockway Mountain Drive to get to the overlook for a broad sweeping view. Since we were on bicycles, we declined the additional climb. But I think it would have been worth it.
Another album brought a trip to the Canadian Rockies. We too traveled there this summer. Who can resist Lake Louise and the pretty hike along the lake to look back at the big chateau? Apparently neither my dad nor I could.
We had more than travels in common. Dad loved to ski, and I discovered that he skied the trails as well as the slopes as a young man. I too took to the trails in the UP last winter.
Dad and Mom enjoyed canoeing. I don’t think they ever went to the Boundary Waters, like I did with my son Carl. I think they preferred more sedate day trips. And fashion wear.
Some things are timeless. It feels good to know that Dad and I chose the same places to visit. We chose the same outdoor activities. And we took the same pictures. Lasting memories, then and now.