The Trip to the Yellowstone

It probably was 1952 then we went to the Yellowstone.  Without digging out the photographs, I remember George running down the gravel road with the security of a beginning walker.  He was probably two and a half years old.  The other option is 1951 when George was one and a half and would have been much less secure on his newfound feet.

That would make me eight, which is fitting considering that I remember a fight with a boy we visited in Greeley, Colorado on that trip.  The family was that of the son of George Treiber.  I suspect we stopped by the Black Hills on the way south although I think there were more than one trip to the Black Hills in our youth.  The Yellowstone came after the stop in Greeley.  The stay there was probably one night in is a small cabin and the rumor was that a bear was digging through garbage cans that night.  

I suspect that a final stop was in the Roosevelt Park and badlands where the picture of George walking down the road was taken.  

A final memory is that grandma Sax painted a picture copying one of the slides Dad took on the trip.  She projected it on a paper on the refrigerator where she traced it.  Do you remember the "pasted on" face on the painting?  Who was that?  Do you remember the bears eating from the car?  And the donkeys, or was that another trip?