Saturday, February 13, 2010

A Photo to Share

I am happy to say that this humble little blog is starting to fulfill its purpose (hurray!).  I was contacted this week by Jim Bull, Jr., whose family stayed in Cabin 7 at the Lodge in the 1950s and '60s.  He ran across the blog and sent this wonderful photo taken in front of the store in 1961 or '62.

Left to right: brother Ben Bull, mother Libby Bull, and Jim Bull, Jr.
The photo was taken by his dad, Jim Bull, Sr.

Jim, thank you so much for sharing.  I love hearing about people's experiences and comparing notes on who remembers what (or not!).

I also received a message from Tina (Ferrara) Trotta, who says she visits the blog regularly and enjoys the photos, new and vintage.  Like so many others, she grew up visiting Rock Creek and continues to; she even ran into my parents on the trail in Little Lakes Valley a couple years ago.  Thanks for contacting me, Tina; it was fun catching up.

I am so pleased that others are enjoying this virtual trip down memory lane.  Anyone else out there ready to share?...


  1. I'm told I was really tiny the first time we stayed there (1954?)... in cabin 7 before any insulation... on several subsequent trips, there was snow... the icebox was literally a wire box in a tree outside, and mom cooked on the wood-stoked stove... dad was/is an avid flyfisherman.. I used to love evenings in the lodge, the dining room, the fun people, and the gorgeous setting... was it Charlie that lived above the lodge? The Roby family was terrific, the Tanners, The Clarks... great times... and it's still there! Cheers!

  2. Yes, I remember the ice boxes too. They were nailed onto the porches of some of the cabins when I was little. Charlie McNeil is the one you're thinking of - a friend of my grandfather who was there for years. He seems to be someone many people remember. Some of the best memories of my life are of the evenings in the lodge, listening to everyone's stories. A lot of very special people spent time there. Thank you so much for sharing these memories.

  3. Ah yes, what fond memories... like the smell of Charlies pipe on the store porch (which never seemed to stay lite) falling in the stream on the slippery rocks, the pond and riding the raft, hiking in the back country and finding Indian artifacts, campfires on fourth of July with snow, fishing and horseback riding, Cinco for my sister. The list goes on and on.



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