Whether by birth or by shared adventures, these are some of my beloved brothers….
…along with other family members thrown in for good measure. */:^)
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From left to right: Paul, Scott & Eric
Mom honoring her promise to not let having a baby stop us from going out on adventures. She kept it, too. We took Eric everywhere. (Do you see the huge rope Paul has slung over his shoulder? Lord knows what we were up to with Dad’s help.)
From left to right with a bit of genealogy tossed in: Grandma Agnes (Hank Espensen’s mom), Paul, Grandma Florence (Pattie Miller Espensen’s mom), Eric, Scott, Grandma Ella (Paul Miller’s mom and he is Pattie Miller’s dad). All three boys are Pattie Espensen’s sons. I hope that helps a bit.
Swimming in the pools in Romero Canyon in the mid-1980s with Jim, Paul and his dog, Sam. This was Paul in his surfer dude days — he was superbly muscled, tan, blonde and very handsome.
Mostly likely a trip to Ocean Shores, a place we used to visit when we lived in Virginia where Jeff and I discovered the joy of body surfing. (Yes, Jeff is pretending to eat sand.) From left to right: Pattie, Paul in the middle foreground, Scott behind Paul, and Jeff
Pattie, the intrepid adventurer, and her three sons, traveled from Chicago to Acapulco in her Opel Kadett in 1970, a journey of some 2,400 miles. You know, I’ve never gotten around to asking her why she always insisted on dressing us like triplets. From left to right: Scott, Jeff, Paul and Pattie.
From left to right: Paul, Eric and Dad
Mom and baby Paul
From left to right: Paul, Jeff & Scott
Aunt Judy with Baby Holly and her nephews, Jeff, Scott & Paul. Jeff & I are wearing Boulder Junction sweatshirts.
Holly’s first birthday in 1967 in the kitchen at Shelter Bay Resort; Paul is in our Mom’s lap; Jeff is making his customary goofy face for the camera; behind him and next to me, that’s my beloved pen pal and Great Grandma Ella, that’s my wonderful Grandpa Paul behind me, and next to him, my lovely Aunt J and Grandma Florence. In front of me is my oldest cousin Holly who is married to a wonderful guy named Mike and they have a lovely daughter, Katrina.
From left to right: Paul, Scott & Jeff roaming the woods of Virginia
I hope someone signed Paul up as the most adorable poster kid ever.
Looks like Paul caught a bass out on Fishtrap Lake. That’s Grandpa Miller’s truck in the background that I learned to drive as a kid when I graduated 8th grade. Age had little to do with it. I was tall enough to reach the pedals.
Paul at what I think was an armory somewhere in Illinois. According to the photographic evidence in hand, Jeff and I also took our turns scooching out to the end of the barrel to pose for a photo.
From left to right: Paul, Eric & Jeff
I just had to include this beautiful shot of two little angels, Eric and Paul, all bundled up for a wintry ride in a cardboard box???
From left to right: Paul, Jeff & Scott with Eric in the Johnny Jump Up which was simply the coolest invention we had ever seen.
From left to right: Paul, Eric and Jeff. Yes, I think that’s the wrapper off a booze bottle box and as you can see from this photo, we all thought our baby brother was loads of fun.
From left to right: Jeff, Scott & Paul. Check out those snazzy ties!
From left to right: Eric, Julie (?), Holly, & Paul who is demonstrating how to eat popcorn??
Paul (left) and Jeff (right) ready for Halloween trick or treating
Paul motoring through Bryce National Park; Uncle Bob was standing in the ditch taking action shots.
The rendezvous party in a campground near the North Rim of the Grand Canyon consisting of the Washington State and Arizona riders. Facing the camera, from left to right: Paul and Scott
Group trip shot after crossing Chinook Pass in the Cascade Mountains in a snowstorm with 3″ of snow on dangerous roads; from left to right: Paul, Scott, Vince, Jeff, & Bob
Paul in Glacier National Park
Paul on his BMW R1100RT in 2001
Somewhere in Montana; from left to right: Paul, Scott
High elevation fun in Independence Pass; from left to right: Bob, Scott and Paul
Independence Pass in 2006; from left to right, arranged by height: Scott, Bob, Paul, Eric and Grady
Paul in Independence Pass in Colorado
Uncle Bob and Pablo having a good time after a long day’s ride Lord knows where. (It can’t be our Alaska ride. It never got dark enough to warrant unpacking our headlamps let alone using them.)
You never know who you’ll run into at 12,304 feet
Crossing a lake in Eastern British Columbia; from left to right: Paul, Scott and Bob
Eric and Scott in Independence Pass
Three nephews and their beloved Aunt and Uncle at “Shelter Bay West” in Breckenridge, Colorado
Paul demonstrating proper smoking technique using a Swisher Sweet two hole wood tip
Pablo puffing on a stogie at Lassen Volcanic National Park
Paul somewhere in Colorado
A lovely self portrait taken late at night somewhere in Alaska in June when it doesn’t get dark and after a fair number of those most excellent Kokanee beers from Canada.
Paul in the California Redwoods: “Hey, I’m not kidding, these are some really big ass trees, dude.”
Paul reading the Alaska Milepost guide after a long day of riding in Alaska in preparation for the day ahead
Our first and only flat of the trip North of Flagstaff
Enjoying an unexpected arid landscape and some welcome sunshine in British Columbia while traveling South toward home. From left to right: Paul, Bob & Jeff
Stopping for coffee and caribou burgers in Tok, Alaska. “Hey, Dude, don’t be taking no photos of the caribou burgers sign. Ashlee will see that and kick my ass for eating Rudolph the Reindeer. Got that?”
Hanging out in the delightfully retro lounge aboard the Columbia ferry heading North to Alaska; from left to right: Pork Chop, Uncle Bob, & Pablo
Sporting our new knit caps from Inga in the woods South of Flagstaff; from left to right: Paul, Eric and Scott
Paul checking out the new hat Inga knit for him
The water jugs are provided by the campground for dousing campfires
After midnight continued
Citronella coils and cigar smoke to keep the skeeters away in the Yukon
Scott and Paul heading North on the deck of the Alaska ferry Columbia. “Hey, Dude, we’re really digging this boat thing. This is cool. What time does the lounge open?”
Now I’ll keep up with those bastards! (click on photo to enlarge)
From left to right: Paul, Scott with Eric in his lap, and Jeff
Paul on the day he got his new Harley Road Glide. Look at that grin!