In what must have been 1966, Mormon Church leaders (including a lawyer, an Indian trader, a car dealer, and a petroleum geologist) flew us from Farmington, New Mexico, to Lake Powell, where we water-skiied and then flew home. I’ve been thinking of this trip, and others, after my visit to Farmington last week. There was a remarkable focus on the part of these men to give us experiences we wouldn’t have had otherwise.
That’s me, fourth from the left on the back row, just behind red-shirted Larry Echohawk. I had forgotten that full head of dark brown hair I used to have.