My dad on Mt. Kennedy. The Canadian government named the highest unclimbed peak in North America after my uncle following his assassination. My father became part of the first team to summit the 13,944-foot mountain in March 1965. #GetOutside#LiveRealLife
Turns out, everything our grandparents thought was cool, is cool.
Real food. Guns. Fishing. Hunting. Offensive jokes. Not trusting the government. Raising a family. Peace and quiet. A simple life.