Grandpa Schmutz at the ranch

My dear sweet dad! We took dad out to the ranch a few years ago for him to help us record his memories from the old days at Tuweep and Mt. Trumbull. The truck in the picture is the old one that we rode in when we came out to the ranch - we'd hit the smallest bump and would bounce right up and hit our heads. We would laugh all the way to the ranch. We were at the old place, the Hilton, but vandals had burned it down. Dad always waved like this whenever he saw us or someone else coming by.