Today's entry is about a great day in human history, and a great moment in my travel history. The day is July 11, 1969. The location is Ontario, Canada. The players are my still-intact nuclear family: my mom, dad and brothers Ed and Richard.
As you can see from these shots, we went on a camping trip to Canada, including a memorable visit to Niagara Falls. We visited a fort somewhere too. And for a family on a camping trip, we dressed very stylishly. I can't quite believe the shorts but, well, there's the photographic evidence.
Most important, this trip coincided with the day that the astronauts of Apollo 11 landed on the moon. Being the tech-forward guy that he still is today, my dad bought a little 5-inch Panasonic television (in 1969!!!!) for the journey. Sometime around 10-11 pm, my parents woke us up, and nearly everyone in the campground gathered around our site to watch as Neil Armstrong took one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.
I remember being very very tired that night, and I remember that the picture was really small and fuzzy. But it was a memorable moment, and of course my dad recorded it all in on slides ... since converted to digital files. Pretty cool, eh? I'm very grateful that my parents had this sense of adventure. They still do.