However once the 1990s rolled around my father decided he was a mountain man.
We could not watch our shows because we had to tape record TBS's Centennial mini-series.
Instead of watching Seinfeld we were watching Redford in Jeremiah Johnson.
Or Little Big Man.
It did not end there.
My father has always hunted and he always subscribed to the latest hunting magazines. Being the artist he was, his new interest in becoming a mountain man created a need to make mountain man clothes. We began attending trade shows and conventions on weekends. Along with learning the piano and guitar, my father and I spent many afternoons playing with bird calls while he'd ask me to fetch sinew thread for his deer hide.
|That deer died to be my play clothes for this awkward but awesome camping trip. P.S. This little girl's name is Robin and I have no idea what happened to her after this camping trip. If you are Robin, hi!!!!|
|A lot of our nation's past involved getting warm when it was 20 degrees outside.|
|Fuck your Bonnaroo, we made our own music and our own clothes with information from our own family.|
I don't think that my father was trying this on as a vacation or as a costume. My father never succeeded in school, so his deep interest in history came later. He did all the research he could on this fascinating subject, making sure as much as our experience living the life of a colonist or a Native American was as authentic as possible.
|I was there when he welded these.|