Finding the rock

On a trip north this spring, my older son and I were able to find the location where a photo had been taken 43 years ago of my dad and me at Copper Falls State Park in Wisconsin.

The park has changed a lot over the years, but the rock is still there.

We couldn't recreate the 1968 photo exactly because the level of the Bad River was high, just high enough to submerge the rock.

So we clambered out to the nearest rock to it, sat down and had my wife's nephew take the photo from roughly the same angle as the original.