Monday, July 20, 2009


These handmade snowshoes hang at the River Cabin.

Tacked to the right-hand one is a little explanatory note written by my grandpa.

Family history fascinates me. That these very snowshoes were worn by my great-great granduncle as he tramped through the snow to his gold mine in rural Idaho just after the turn of the previous century gives me almost a little shiver. The days gone by will never come again and were that uncle to live today, he'd probably use a snowmobile.


  1. Very cool! It's so neat to get a glimpse into what life was like in the days! I'm glad that my ancestors were good journalists. The very reason I scrapbook today!

  2. So cool - these are like works of art!