My dad was asst scoutmaster in Erie, PA.
Paul Krause was the scoutmaster.
My dad was a dogman (before there was a K9 Corps) in the Pacific and Paul was artillery in Europe, that was nothing compared to the shitshow of coping with us little animals in the wild.
They are both sadly gone , but never forgotten.
Paul made the mistake of leaving the frozen hinterland to "get away from the snow" and visiting me in AZ.
Naturally we took him 4wheeling in my wife's 4runner.
We started out in the desert and went hiking to one of the local waterfalls and a bunch of other cool stuff. Eventually we made our way further and further up into the mountains.....
When we were coming down the back side of Mt. Lemmon my extrordinarily honed driving skills put us into....
a snow filled ditch...
Paul was a big guy, 6'6" and burly, even then in his 70's.
...while he was pushing my wife's 4runner in the ditch I told him, "You know this is actually all your fault."
