The dairy farm where my father grew up. He doesn't recall thinking much about the natural beauty of the area. His memories were mainly about having to get up at 5am every morning to help milk the cows in all kinds of weather and getting the cream to the dairy truck on time every day. His grandfather and sons cleared the land in the early 1920s. I have some negatives from the mid 1930's of the farm house which is now a gentrified country escape cottage. That's Mount Warning again in the distance from a different angle.