WHAT'S WITH THESE CARS?

 


My Grandma Louise is sitting on the running board of her car waiting to throw a snowball at someone!

A bride is about to be driven to her wedding in the family car.

The groom is helping the bride into his car which will take them off on their honeymoon.

A few weeks later that same car is slipping the bride & groom’s new boat into the Klamath River for an afternoon of fishing.

A new family car carts a Christmas tree home for the holidays.

Another new car is packed to the gills with camping equipment and daughters squeeze in for the ride home after two weeks in the mountains.

Yet another new car AND a new boat!  Hello!  Are we gonna have fun or what?!! J

Sometime later Mom takes the new car through the drive-through tree in the Tuolumne Grove of Big Trees in Yosemite National Park.

 Seeing as how the 1990 A-Rock forest fire thankfully skirted this area, Dad helps load unneeded fire fighting equipment into his Forest Service truck in Yosemite’s Merced Grove of Big Trees.

Unfortunately Dad’s own truck has suffered a boo-boo (unseen on the other side, courtesy of our son) and is being towed off to the repair shop.

Meanwhile, our son’s truck is going nowhere for a while.  But yes, he did get it running again. J

Eldest daughter and a friend wave goodbye to the family Mother’s Day celebrants in Yosemite as she prepares to drive home in her Honda Accord.

Youngest daughter pops up out of the sunroof of her sister’s car to say “Hi”.

This car’s getting a good wash down during a car wash to raise funds for our church’s high school youth group.  Better do a good job, guys.  It’s the minister’s car!

Speaking of washing cars, youngest daughter washes her new car.

And eldest daughter washes her newer new car.

Eldest daughter and her Dad stand by his truck which will soon be taking them to the airport where they will meet the group they’ll soon be touring Italy with.

A granddaughter drives the family car on her first solo extended trip.

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