Pinto had inherited a nice little fishing boat. He waited all winter to launch it. When springtime came he invited his friend John to go with him. Friday after work they hosed it down and patched the holes to get it ready.

Saturday morning early they hooked up the trailer and drove 19 miles to the Strike Reservoir. After backing down the launch, Pinto was reminded by the local warden that he had no registration sticker.

Pinto realized he had specifically dug them out last night and set them by the door so he wouldn’t forget.

Back in the days of yore in a high mountain valley of Colorado lived a ranch kid named Sparky. In the winter time his valley would be covered with snow.

The evergreen forests, blue skies, frozen ponds and snow-white meadows looked just like the pictures you have on your calendar. The kids ice skated.

School was let out on Friday so they could go skiing. It was a bucolic life. The country was inhabited by mule deer, elk, beaver, muskrat, bear, coyote and abundant wildlife.