My brother John, and me, atop Santanoni Peak in the Adirondack Mountains. We replaced the canisters atop many of the trail-less peaks as members of the Adirondack Forty-Sixers Mountain Club. My father crafted the canisters to replace broken or worn out ones. (At the time I completed my forty-sixth, I was one of the youngest ever, at 11 years old). Circa 1975.

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