Greetings from Rocky Mountain National Park

The Rocky Mountain National Park was my summer home every year of the first eighteen years of my life. My grandparents rented the largest cabin at Jack Woods Cabin Camp just inside the old Thompson River entrance to the park, where our extended family congregated each year. I grew up being told this is my own park. It was my yard. “It is the Peoples’ Park, so treat it with respect.” At eight years old I caught my first trout down behind the cabin in the Big Thompson River. I climbed my first mountain, Eagle Ledge, over the river and across the road and climbed Longs Peak at fourteen years old. In my eighteenth year I worked on the trail crew with an amazing trail foreman, Ernie Rebman, who had built many of the trails working with the CCC. I highly recommend the book, Those Castles of Wood: The Story of Early Lodges of Rocky Mountain National Park and Pioneer Days of Estes Park, Colorado by Henry E. Pederson, Jr.

Sincerely,
Victor