During a Summer in about 1965 .when we were living in Nephi Doris and I took the family on a trip to Yellowstone Park in our 1953 CHEV Station Wagon pictured here. (Rodger is by the car) All went except Starr who was still a baby. Ione Sperry, the Bishop's wife cared for her while we were gone. We rented a small cabin there so we didn't have to worry about the bear bothering us in a Tent. It was a scenic and enjoyable trip - -many different species of wild animals, geysers, beautiful water falls, rivers, evergreen forests, etc. Yellowstone is one of the world's wonderlands. It was established in 1872 and was the first national park in the world. Yellowstone lies on a plateau about 8,000 ft. above sea level. Can't recall who it was but, one of the kids was fishing from a bridge and dropped their pole in the river that runs through the Park.
All good things must come to an end. We packed up and headed for home. As I recall, we made a stop for something when we were still in the Park. It was in a wooded area. When we were ready to resume travel, I started the car but when I put my foot on the Clutch pedal to put it in gear there was no connection. In checking underneath I could see that a bolt connecting the pedal mechanism to the shifter had fallen out. We were miles from any garage so we were "between a rock and a hard place." However, Kimball and Marcia came to our rescue. Unbeknowns to us they had gone out in the forest and offered a prayer and came back with a wire coat hanger they had found. As the saying goes, "A little child shall lead them." They saved the day because in just a few minutes I was able to reconnect the Clutch and we were on our way and returned home with no more incidents.
P. S. Lindsay said it was his pole that was dropped in the river. All efforts to get it were in vain.
January 12, 2009
FSP
5 comments:
Dad,
Thanks for sharing some of your family memories. How can you remember back that far? My "Alzheimers" doesn't allow my brain to function like that. Oh, for the faith of a child!
Vicki
Dad,
It was me that dropped my fishing pole off Fishing Bridge. It was a little yellow pole. Everyone could see it on the bottom and were trying to hook it and bring it up, but to no avail. This is one of my first memories.
Lindsay
Dear Dad, I remember the trip well. People were catching fish from the bridge and trying to reel them up from the river. Most of the fish fell off the hooks before they arrived at the top. The fishing was actually pretty slow so the fishermen tried for some time to catch the little pole to no avail. It was a great trip. Love, Kimball
Grandpa I love this story. I really hope that you keep adding more stories that you can remember. I love hearing stories of when my dad was young . . how things were, what you guys did, etc. It's so fun!! Thanks for having this blog I love it!!
I remember the bears pawing the car windows as we were "safely" inside. I remember the geysers and the stinky mudpots. It was a great family trip.
Lori
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