At the Strong Family golden gathering in  Gresham, Oregon on my grandfathers'
farm.

My age, 19 years, in the middle of my six years as the Business Manager of Deep   Springs College in the White Mountains east of Bishop.

My age 21, the summer I packed out Rock Creek pack station on the East Sierras. Old Duke, my lead mule, would tolerate any load. Toby, my favorite, had been a plow mule. Bud, my third mule, came to us from the west side with Jay in the rear. He had to be tied down to shoe.