Mirror Lake, Wisconsin

On Mirror Lake. This was, I assume, late summer of 1984.

John's father, Wallace, had a property on one of those "fingers" of Mirror Lake. There was a trailer and a small cabin (storage, bathroom, and a fridge).

This is the look of "Do you have to take pictures of me? Can't you see I'm reading?"

He was a lot more tolerant in later years.

This was one of the most beautiful stairs I've ever seen. It flowed with the hill all the way down to the water. I felt I was approaching heaven, whether I was going up or down.












In 1986, Max (Maxwell Silverhammer XXVI, to be true to his pure breed) joined us exploring Mirror Lake. Max and I hated the water but we felt safe while John was in charge of the boat.