We are planning a trip to Breckenridge for just under a week in February, and I've been rather nostalgic about the wonderful memories of my childhood. Below are some photos of the fun I had.
From left to right, me age 5 or 6, my father, my grandmother, my grandfather and my mother |
Me and my snowmobile, ~1980 |
My grandparents were avid snowmobilers -- they actually towed a trailer with snowmobiles behind a 10' trailer for warming up. They got me this little thing and grandpa adjusted the governor down so I wouldn't go too fast. I loved taking it out in the field next to the plumbing supply warehouse.
A professional shot with my grandparents and I, ~1980 |
This is one of my treasured photos. Skiing with my father and grandparents was such a great part of my life. This photo was taken after the years of the adults skiing in hunter orange sweatshirts and jeans (hey, it was the 70s), when we actually had real ski gear.
I am my grandfather's namesake -- Tracy Bryan. He passed away when I was in high school and I miss him very much. He set a standard that very few men have been able to meet in my life. My father, Mike's father and Mike are the only other people who are in the same category. Men who love their families above all else, who are completely moral almost to a fault, people you just want to be around.
I'm looking forward to seeing how much the mountain has changed in 30+ years. It will be a great adventure for Mike and I. I'm looking forward to making more great memories.
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