During his youth my father worked in the lookout towers in the mountains of Oregon and Washington. As a child I was regalled with fantastic stories from his experiences. I distinctly recall falling asleep to his stories in our big red tent listening to the wind rushing through the trees.
When I was a junior in highschool we had a huge project we had to complete for English, it was called the Oregon Project and had to be about some aspect of Oregon. It included major interviews, and written report, a 20 minute (minimum) presentation including audio and visual aids, and oh so much more. 🙂 Of course, I did my project on my Dad and lookout towers. I think I called it “Look-out for Oregon”. The photograph is of my visual aid that I built (with a bit of help from my Mom, who incidently worked with my Dad after they were married). It is replica of one of the towers he worked in – I want to say it was the one on Carpenter Mtn., but Mom and Dad, correct me if I am wrong. The picture was taken then, during my junior year, but we still have the tower. I gave it to my Dad for Father’s Day that year and it is still very carefully stored away in the back of Jacob’s closet. I would have taken a fresh pic of it and posted that had I been able to access his closet at present. But I can’t, so I figured this would do just fine. (thank goodness for scanners)