My sister suggested I go back into my archives and check to see if I have any pictures from when we were growing up on Chena Ridge, near Fairbanks. I looked, and I don’t have any on this computer. So, brother Bob, could you email me some?
This is as close as I could get. The four of us siblings, went back to Chena Ridge about five years ago to visit the place that had brought us sweet childhood memories! The place where we used to swing was still being used for two swings. The hill that seemed so large as we hauled firewood from fallen tree to firewood stack was not so huge any longer.
But, it was the deck that brought the largest impact upon us four. We stood there, looking down at “almost entirely rotted into the ground deck remains”. That’s where we spent a summer living in a canvas tent on top of the deck,than while we built our first log home! It’s not possible that we are “that” old!