That's how we came to stay in a field surrounded by old beached fishing boats just south of Crescent City, California, in the summer of 1958.** Dad loved boats and whenever we were near a harbor, he and I would always visit the docks while Mother cooked dinner.
On this occasion, it was late in the day and the tide was coming in when we came upon this sight. If I recall correctly, everybody involved was waiting for the appearance of a second tow truck. Dad snapped this photo and we went on our way so there's no picture of the ultimate rescue.
|[From my personal collection]|
*If there was any form of officialdom around the site, Dad would always ask permission first, explaining that we were self-contained and would leave no trace of our stay. I don't remember that he was ever refused.
**I was 11 that year.
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