In winter of 1969 we, my girl friend (now my wife), and my roommate and another girl, went out to the south side of the Keweenaw Peninsula out toward the Tobacco river and Gay. We were staying up for Christmas, and needed a tree. So, we got some snowshoes out, and parked the car and walked back into the woods. The snow was very deep, and we found a beautiful tree. The memory was how quiet it was walking in among the firs and pines in very deep snow. I believe it was the quietest sound I have ever heard. Later we put the tree up, strung stands of cranberries and popcorn, put some other decorations up, and the tree was beautiful.
mark scales ’71