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Posted by Lloyd Smith, August 31, 2015 and used here by permission

As many of you know, I started working at Crater Lake National Park in 1959. I worked on the trial crew and then became a ranger for a 23 year career. After 56 years I still volunteer with my twin brother, Larry Smith. When I moved my family up to the park in June, there used to be some real snow. Here are a few photos from 1971 and some views of our cabin in JUNE. Kenneth is about 3 and is standing in the second floor window on the snow bank.

 

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

(contributed by Ron Mastrogiuseppe)

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