ghosts of the past

Sixty years ago today Banjo Man was snowshoeing to the top of Sam’s Mountain, across the saddle to Green’s Ridge and onward, to end up near the top of Green’s Ridge.

He and his friend Gary Palmer wanted to see the snow ghosts.

Snow ghosts, you ask?  They are the tops of the trees covered with snow.  Can  you imagine how deep the snow was?

They started their trek at dawn and didn’t return until dark.  They stopped twice to build campfires and dry their socks.

Before the fires went out, they had dropped three feet down into the snow.

Banjo Man has had lots of adventures, but this is one of the scariest and most impressive of them all.

But he was only twenty years old at the time.  Invincible.

I didn’t know him then.  If I had, I would never have sanctioned this trip.  Never in a million, zillion years would I have chirped, “Have a nice time.”

In fact I would have thrown a fit that would have been loud enough to start an avalanche.

So…Banjo Man was smart enough to do such wild things before he met me.

He might still have that hat.

 

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7 Responses to ghosts of the past

  1. Tom F says:

    A wonderful story and a wonderful picture !

  2. Gary Matson says:

    Gary and Glen undertook a genuine exploratory adventure in Hope. Snow ghosts were a small part of that. Banjo Man ought to put more of their adventures into a story.

  3. Ruth says:

    Ah youth….and oh, the memories!!!!

  4. Marjorie Fridrich says:

    First time I have heard about the sinking. Thanks for sharing. M🤭🙄😲🤨❤️

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  5. Ruth says:

    Your gentle husband…a lion at heart in sheep’s clothing. Dear Banjo Man…you are still that man. Live strong dear friend.

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