Big Johnny on the wind

Kirstin and my sisters and I hiked up to Fish Lake (Lost Horse Creek) in the Bitterroot yesterday to spread the last of my father's ashes. Fish Lake is the first real camping that I ever did when I was a Kid. This is where my dad kindled the fire that is my love of the outdoors.

That is the rest of Dad in the green back pack....

Here is the view from above the lake. There was a nice breeze blowing so we were able to scatter his ashes into the wind.



It was a good day.