Posted by Lloyd Smith, August 31, 2015 and used here by permission
As many of you know, I started working at Crater Lake National Park in 1959. I worked on the trial crew and then became a ranger for a 23 year career. After 56 years I still volunteer with my twin brother, Larry Smith. When I moved my family up to the park in June, there used to be some real snow. Here are a few photos from 1971 and some views of our cabin in JUNE. Kenneth is about 3 and is standing in the second floor window on the snow bank.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
(contributed by Ron Mastrogiuseppe)
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